Sooj in Waukegan

Every 4th of July should be like this. Beautiful, sunny, and filled with music. and not just any music, oh no, not just any will do. no, this weekend was filled with the Siren calls and pirate brawls conjured by SJ Tucker(www.sjtucker.com).

Our Lass of Song and Story arrived before I did up in Almost Wisconsin country. After making my mother's infamous "Oh My God" cheesecake, we made our way North, Evan, Alyse and I, to their house and to the event of the weekend.

it was incredible. Faces that had never heard our Siren before lit up in delight and broke into hysterical laughter at her hands, including poor Phil who broke down not once but twice into red-faced lack of breathing. The second time was especially amusing not because of the faces he made but because of the recovery time needed (Please don't lick my toes...). Kay was at his Mercenary best, though there was not room to jig. *Sigh.*

Gypsies, Pirates, and a song circle filled with voices ringing through the house, with enough extra help that the host and hostess actually got to relax and enjoy the show itself.

And as the day drew closed and the night fell, the evening dark was lit in LED wonderment, swirling around the hips of our Gypsy siren, showing off her fabulous hoola hoop moves. a glorious end to an amazing day.

And now it's National Fried Chicken Day, and my boss had hats. Pictures exist. Gods....