The wife and i are enjoying a kid free weekend. All three rug rats are at my mom's house in the country for the weekend. Last night we drank too much at a few of our old haunts in the city. We slept in and meandered off for indian food for lunch and run a bunch of errands at a leisurely pace without the constant kinetic energy of three young boys wearing us down. We bathed the dog and are enjoying a warm day with the windows open in the house. It's a great day for this record. I discovered #astrudgilberto in my twenties through the album she did with stan getz and their awesome version of "girl from impanema". I've always found her echo drenched vocals soothing and love this album on lazy warm days. I once declares this CD the "summer album of the season" to a friend and peer. He argued that the statement didnt make any sense and i obtusely defended my remark. I thought it was just more playful banter but later found out he was really upset at me. It strikes me as really funny and ironic that this warm samba album incited such animosity. Ok, so as i wrote that i realised that the album didn't incite any animosity; my obscene love of debate did. But that wouldn't make this memoir about a compact disc as clever. Ill just go ahead and remind people that this is still my summer album of the season.
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