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The Last Call – end of an era. For now anyway.



7 and a half years, 3.75 albums, 1,098 arguments and countless bottles of whiskey later, Nick’s band, Smooth Old-Fashioned High, has called it quits. For various reasons they have decided to take a break. They call it breaking up but I call it a break because I hope that they will realize they are lame idiots and get back together after a very brief hiatus. Mark my words…it WILL happen. It has to. They promised me a Barenaked Ladies cover song in exchange for their album artwork. Album artwork: 2. Barenaked Ladies song: 0. Pay up boys.

We got to the Bouquet at 7:30 to reserve a table for our friends. 2.5 hours later…musical bliss. It was so fun! There were over 400 people there and everyone was boogy-oogy-oggying down. I saw 2 man boobs through the on-stage fog and I would have gladly passed on that. I think that the band was hoping for the female variety but you take what you can get.

They played a rockin encore and I know that it could have gone well into the night but booooo to laws, it didn’t. After a traditional round of whiskey shots for the band we headed home to bed at 2:45. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz sniff sniff zzzzzzz. So sad. So tired. It isn’t real. Say it ain’t so. Here are some blurry pics from the night. I brought the tripod but didn’t want to fight the crowd for a spot to set it up. That and I am lazy.






Nasty Nick McDowell

The encore huddle.


Eric Ingersol on bass.
Evan Reed
Pat and Eric.

Russ Lodge on drums.

The crowd.


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From sand to shelf


About a year and a half ago Nick and I stayed at this same house with some friends. For a wedding present they got us a glass blowing session here where we blew our own glass float. It was honestly one of the neater things we have ever done. I was so stoked that I came back to Boise and looked into registering for some classes at a studio downtown. 3 minutes after my research commenced, it ended never to be looked upon again. Not cheap. Not happening. Anywho, when we started planning the trip for the rents we knew this was a must-do for their anniversary. They were so excited and surprised. My mom said it was something she has wanted to do since she was a kid.

So you go in there, get your gogs on and meet your glass blowing specialist. Ours was appropriately named Otto. (I am 97% sure that Matt Groening’s stoned bus driver was modeled after him). He was really nice and responded with many “right ons.”

So they picked out their colors, aqua, blue and white and began. They start by picking up some glass on the end of the rod. Then my dad got to add the color by dipping the glass glob onto the color.




After that they take it over to the big stove and heat it up for a bit.


Once heated my dad blew air into it and my mom started swirling the color. She was so nervous. I loved it.






The Peanut Gallery.

Other things happen that I can’t remember and 16 hours later…a glass float! Yippy!

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