Tonight: "Leaving New York" party for a friend of mine in Brooklyn. Always sad to see them go.
Tomorrow: Recording a song a buddy of mine wrote and we performed a year ago. "Rosemary, Pale White Flour."
It's a Martha Stewart cookie recipe, set to music. The bass line sings the recipe, while the tenor line picks out words here and there that could be taken in a completely different context: "18 to 20", "soft", "cool on sheets". Then a birthday gathering for one of our fellow basses.
Sunday: I dunno, actually. There's no football. I feel...empty inside.