Jun. 15th, 2002

threeplusfire: (Default)
Which is precisely what I did.

Stickpony played at the Hole in The Wall, since Brit is between surgeries. The doctor told him not to play, but he seemed to do pretty well anyways. He's not drinking, which is good. Looked like Johnny Cash last night, in his black cowboy hat and clothes. Brit looks remarkably well for a man who has lost thirty pounds and been in the hospital for a month. (Enough to still make my heart a little jealous of Emily.) I've promised to send lots of neat toys back for their little girl while I'm in Brno.

They played three of my favorite songs last night, and I picked up a live cd done at Hole In The Wall, as well as a Stickpony tshirt. The new guitar player is my age, but he looks so young and Middle America innocent. He plays damn well. Now I must translate "Kiss Mah Grits" into Czech.

Walking down the Drag to sober up, in the warm night air, I was infinitely complete. My dreams were not nightmares for once, and I was sad that no one was around when I woke up.
threeplusfire: (death)
Ten minutes on the phone, weird hold music, one credit card number and I now have two tickets to the July 17th Our Lady Peace show. Rock.
threeplusfire: (Default)
Rain this afternoon, dashing the dreams of swimming pools. Instead I read and rewrote Steinbeck, and finished Two Murders in My Double Life which is infinitely sad. I think if I can't get ahold of Gene, I'll just go to Metro.

Profile

threeplusfire: (Default)
three

January 2021

S M T W T F S
     12
3456 789
10111213141516
17181920212223
24252627282930
31      

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Page generated Aug. 12th, 2025 03:24 pm
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios