Birthdays, Kayne, and Kurt Cobain

Kayne, the conversation starter after the cash drop at the PBarn and the development of an official "rec-room".

First let me tell about the "rec-room".  We are thinking party the second or third weekend of September and what better place to sip a Noah-tail (think Manhattan or Lemon Sipper) than in a room covered with origianal issues.  It reeks of pure "reroomidness" yet also reeks of pure us.

It has a history.

From 1994 is the Kurt Cobain, In Utero poster-original of 15 years from Cheapo Records in  MPLS.  Then the Rolling Stone, 1998 Lollapolooza poster and then an original issue Foo and did I mention more Foo.  It actually is fun to look at.

However it is Kayne that brings us to our latest analysis of a new shift into adulthood:

Here goes.............

kayne=chitown.  Think track 12, coming home.

As I drive back from the PBarn today, I hear... coming home again- all about the Chicity.  I outloud answer-"yes, but now only as a guest".  So we got to talking about it.  What is it about that name.

I realize location does not determine the person.  However, location determines a population number and in respect a sensation.  Chicity is no longer something I can claim as mine.  Brookie Wookie is.  Brookie Wookie is proving to offer all that Chic-y did, good friends, bike rides, city lots :), characters at the store... yet it doesn't have the same sensation.  Can I really be that shallow in thinking a small part of me was the knowledge of that town, knowledge of what it offerered and how is had a place on the map all its own.  Apparantly so.  I articualte it poorly here... more on this later.

Right now, however of more interesting speculation, is the fact that it is nephew Asa's birthday and we took ourselves out for his favorite icecream at a place called Bill's Place.  We ordered his favorite- Birthday Cake.  Now I burb it.  Not as good.  Happy Birthday dear wonder child.

Some photos of our date at the Wildflower park in Brookie Wookie this morning followed by our trip to the skate shop for back to school T Shirt shopping.  We found a wooden Kurt Cobain doll that plays Nirvana tunes.

Kurt rolls and rolls in his grave.  Damn, Courtney!