saturday night - woohoo!
The three of us were up late last Saturday night - you know - drinking and listening to loud rock n’ roll music. (This was all Harrison’s idea, mind you - Marc and I thought we should just relax, open a nice bottle of pinot noir, but, nooo he had to bring out the tequila and pour shots for everybody.) Well, before you know it, we’re all hootin’ and hollerin’ and Harrison joins in with an absolute shriek! Not a cry, not a scream - but, a full-blown shriek. No more angel-doll-baby, this kid found his lungs. So, it’s midnight and the kid is shrieking AND crying AND yelling AND is inconsolable for about an hour. Luckily Marc took the bull by the horns, swaddled him into submission and then rocked him into a coma. And so it begins…
Listening: Panda Bear
