My neck hurts and it's possible that I ought to consider a meal. In a minute, though. This first:
We played at Boundary Bay Brewery in Bellingham last night with So Adult. I like every single thing about that sentence. Boundary Bay is full of sweet people who feed you well and make good beer. Bellingham is still one of my favorite places to run away to for a few hours at a time. So Adult are such an incredibly good band and top notch guys to be friends with. The vibe was so joyful all night, but standing at the merch table when So Adult are playing is challenging. (It's not that I don't want to talk to you, it's just that I want to sing along! Aren't you listening to this band?!) Anyway, the show went well, and it was great to see so many old friends and meet brand new ones.
As I mentioned, Boundary Bay makes good beer. Even if you warn people about the potency of the stuff, sometimes afterwards you still have to escort your loved ones for whom drinking is an event a couple blocks down to the Horseshoe to eat things and drink lots and lots of water for a few hours before you feel remotely comfortable allowing them near their cars. This is how I found myself 2/3 amused and 1/3 mortified at 3:47 AM while friends screamed, shouted, feigned decapitation with a butter knife, threw stuff and inexplicably kept burying my potatoes in potatoes:
Horseshoe staff, thank you. You folks have saintlike patience and probably don't get paid nearly enough for it. Thank you for not kicking us out!
All the while, of course, my band mates were at the hotel, sleeping or watching Lost Boys or both... eventually just sleeping. Sorry for waking you up and making you think there was an intruder (I mean, besides me being intrusive)!
Anyway, now that I'm back, I'm listening to "Thurston <3s the Who" on vinyl and drinking ginger ale because my friend Joe from So Adult gave me this last night:
Bikini Kill and homemade ginger ale! Yum! Thanks, Joe! So thoughtful!
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