Earlier in the week, Lucia said she wanted a party where there would be vanilla cake and chocolate frosting. I checked the calendar for a good date, and lo and behold, tomorrow is the feast day of Mary Magdalene. If you're in town, and you actually know the House of Glee (blogging counts), come by our house around 4 pm for a barbecue. Bring meat. There will be cake.
In other news, yesterday evening, Bede and I had a date-night, and I bought a new guitar:
It's a Hohner HW-300, and it has a smaller fretboard than my first guitar. Of all the guitars I tried out, including the higher-end ones, the Hohner seemed right for me for my current skill-level. The guitar seller acknowledged that it was a good first or second guitar, and I assured him that when I turned 40, I would go for the big ticket item. In six years' time, I hope to be pretty good.
Here is the guitar case (purchased originally for my first guitar):
Note the "q" on the tag. Ask me what the "q" stands for. Please, ask me!
(It stands for "queen.")
I've given my guitar a name, too: Pipistrella. In Italian, "pipistrello" is the word for bat. Now you know one of my secrets: I love bats. The reason it's a secret is not because I'm embarassed about bats, but because when people find out I like bats, they give me ugly bat-related items. Please don't give me bat-related items, unless the bats are really, really cute.
And now, I'm off to play "Leatherwing Bat" on Pipistrella. I shall use my red capo.