Friday Night

This is my new favorite song:

Sorry the video is awful, but you can hear it for free here.

T.B. Schmit

(*feat. Van Dyke Parks)

Hold on, let's end this conversation
We need to take a break and I don't want to fight
I've had a minor revelation
Let's deal with it later
'Cuz it's Friday night

All week, we've been working so hard
Now it's time to kick back and set our sights
We can make it pretty simple
Put it on the backburner
It's a Friday night!

Feel that warm breeze floating through the window
Sure do like it this way
Something tells me this is the way to go
And I've got a few things to say

Slip into your best dress
Paint your lips red
Open up your blue eyes
Forget the things we said

I could be your lover
You can shine the light
Let's fire up the candle
It's a Friday night

Let's go look for hidden treasure
I wanna dig it up while the moon is bright
No more living under pressure
Gotta see your eyes sparkle
It's a Friday night

Roll that big world right off your shoulders
I will try to do the same
If we don't act now, we'll simply grow older
Another faded picture in a frame

Button off your blue jeans
Tumble down your hair
Take a look around
We can do it anywhere

You can be my princess
I'll be what you like
Let's run around the palace
It's a Friday night

Feel that warm breeze floating through the window
Sure do like it this way
Something tells me this is the way to go
And I've got a few words to say

Slip into your best dress
Paint your lips red
Open up your blue eyes
Forget the things we said

I could be your lover
You can shine the light
Let's burn another candle
It's a Friday night

Friday Night 

Late (and short) Summer in the Rockies

This week my co-workers and I headed to the McNamara Hut for a work day, cleaning and re-stocking the hut.  The hut is closed for the summer, but will open for the winter season on Thanksgiving Day.  Stocking wood and cleaning went really fast, so we headed out for an afternoon hike - these photos don't quite capture how amazing the wildflowers look right now.

And here are a few photos from last Monday night's fishing.

My first brown trout on the fly

Young Rainbow Trout

Kate learned to spit while eating!

And because my wife asked me do this week's post... Enjoy a quick joke.

Have a great weekend.

Drugstore

by Carl Dennis

Don't be ashamed that your parents
Didn't happen to meet at an art exhibit
Or at a protest against a foreign policy
Based on fear of negotiation,
But in an aisle of a discount drugstore,
Near the antihistamine section,
Seeking relief from the common cold.
You ought to be proud that even there,
Amid coughs and sneezes,
They were able to peer beneath
The veil of pointless happenstance.
Here is someone, each thought,
Able to laugh at the indignities
That flesh is heir to. Here
Is a person one might care about.
Not love at first sight, but the will
To be ready to endorse the feeling
Should it arise. Had they waited
For settings more promising,
You wouldn't be here,
Wishing things were different.
Why not delight at how young they were
When they made the most of their chances,
How young still, a little later,
When they bought a double plot
At the cemetery. Look at you,
Twice as old now as they were
When they made arrangements,
And still you're thinking of moving on,
Of finding a town with a climate
Friendlier to your many talents.
Don't be ashamed of the homely thought
That whatever you might do elsewhere,
In the time remaining, you might do here
If you can resolve, at last, to pay attention.

"Drugstore" by Carl Dennis, from Callings. © Penguin Poets, 2010. (buy now)