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Saturday, June 1, 2002

Fun in the sun

Laura and I spent lunch time in Red Bank today at the Jazz & Blues Festival. They sure got a gorgeous day for it, too, sunny and in the low 80s. Marine Park, right on the river, is a perfect setting for it. Laura had wanted me to see a local samba school, M'Zume. We got there early, and good thing, too, because M'Zume put on an impromptu performance in front of the main stage before any of the acts were scheduled to go on. They were really good. For their main thing, they were over on the children's stage, which was good too, as they passed out instruments and taught everyone how to play the samba. You only have to know how to count to two. But I think I liked the earlier performance better.

Seems like every restaurant in Red Bank turns out for these summer festivals in the park, so there's a ton of food available. I wound up having a chicken and asparagus panini; odd combination, but it worked. We bought a cheap rocking love seat from a guy from Georgia. Since we don't have a couch in the living room, it seemed like a good cheap way to get a little furniture in the room for watching movies and the like. I had a hell of a time getting it into the car, though. It was about an inch too big to fit easily into the back seat, and six inches too big to fit into the trunk. I wound up wedging it in somehow, but I'm not sure how. I had to partially dismantle it to get it out of the car when I got home. I still want a couch, but this will do for now.

I got a little sunburnt. Laura stuck around because one of her friends at work is in a band that was playing around six. I looked at the band's web site after I got home; seems like Laura's friend is playing with a 15 year old blues prodigy. I didn't feel up to sticking around, so I left her at the festival. She was going to meet up with a couple of friends from work before the band's set. She was wearing my baseball cap, so I hope she didn't get burnt like me, but I guess I'll find out when she gets home.

Posted at 8:52 PM

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