I’m on the computer at North Street South. Holy shit I loved playing rock music last night. I busted out my new dance. I did not get punched in the face. We played well. I have a little bit of rock’n’roll whiplash. It’s a good kind of hurt.
I am about to [I hope] go get my car from the parking lot with all the “Don’t park here we’ll tow you” signs. Then I’ll probably wander around downtown in the rain for a few hours while I wait to get into the Attic to pick up gear. I was hoping for someone to suggest something fun to do in Halifax tonight, but it’s grey and depressing here today and I think I might just bust out back to the country.
When I get home I’ll post a picture of the cat that slept on my stomach last night. I named him “Sussex,” as in Sussex golden ginger ale.