Kikuyu, Bandolim and Zeppole

How are you? I am fine. Tonight I am not going to go into some crappy right wing rant, but instead talk about what I did today.

I played mandolin this morning in church. When I got home, my parents were back from Connecticut with canolli and svogliatelle. I love Italian pastries. After a most delicious breakfast, I went on the computer to see what was happening on the online. Nothing was, and so after an episode of Spongebob, I went to practice for the benefit concert that my old folks group was putting on.

When I got there, many people were already present. I carried some stuff around, before taking up position behind a microphone. We were soon cranking out delightful sounding Catholic folk music. It was fun to play, and I had a very good time. There were about 70 to 100 people in the audience, many of whom I had never seen before. I even saw a friend or two, who to my surprise did not burst into flames upon entering a church.

During the intermission, the Kenyan version of zeppole was served, and as all zeppole like products are invariably delicious, I greatly enjoyed them. I noticed that the beneficiary of our concert was present. She was in Kenyan garb, and stuck out as much as humanly possible in rural New Hampshire. I was asked by our group leader if I would accompany her as she sang the Swahili song I had figured out on guitar around Christmas. I had not played it since then, but I quickly remembered. We gave a delightful multicultural rendition of this song, with me playing my 12 string.

After the intermission, a bluegrass band came up to play. It turned out that they were awesome, and that the banjo player was amazingly fast. During their performance, I read the essay our beneficiary had written about her culture, and why she had to leave it because of her tribal affiliations. It turns out that in Kenya, children are named after the order in which they are born which is interesting. Reading it made me realise just how much America rules, and even if we have problems, we are still the most free country in the world.

Well it was fun. After dinner, which was delicious, I took my sister to Walgreen's to buy a cheap camera. I ended up buying one too, so I can take pictures of myself blogging. Before we went out, I got a call from my brothers cellphone, which is lost. The person who called said that they had found it and were leaving it by the maintenance sheds at KSC. However when I arrived, I found that there was no phone.. After all this, I went to Borders to buy Three Men in a Boat by Jerome K. Jerome. If you like Bill Bryson, you will love this book, and if you think he is annoying and thinks he is better than you, you would still love this book.

The end. C ya palz...