kick-ass jammie jams!!
folk singin' locals opened up,
-the sweet life revue-
and banjo picked and mandolin-gayed, and fiddled, and did all that kind of stuff,
AND quoted 'the ladies' man'.
that's a pretty good start, my ninjas.
then the well-dressed duo came out and left the whole place with a case of cold feet.
i'm sayin'
they rocked all the mutha-lickin' socks off.
rippin' on the big bass, and weird 4-string guitars and lots and lots of kazoo!
with an encore of the theme from ghostbusters?
F*n'-A right, kids.
that's just what i needed, for sure.
lots of culture enthusiasts were present, especially at the cash bar.
(i think that's where they hid all the extra culture)
did we do any hob-nobbin' with the arts council?
wellll, they were there, sponsoring the show...
but since we were the first ones to arrive,
we had first row, front-and-center seats,
and a ghost-town-empty row all around us.
the rest of the place was completely packed in.
but we had a five-foot safety zone around us.
never talk to strangers, i guess.
and we were most definitely the strangest ones in that upper-crusty crowd.
and while we're just talking here,
what's up with the moms, huh?
white people don't watch their kids, ya'll.
crackery mutha-uckas must just all assume that i want to have my evenings wrecked.
i mean,
i paid to see and hear some epic old-timey so-fresh dapper-dudded dudes,
NOT some little 'cultured' jerktards running around.
drunk moms in inca-knit alpaca frocks or whatever just don't get it.
tell those little F*ers to sit down, y'heard?
nobody likes 'em.
nope.
not a one.
you duders are with me on this one?
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did i do eight identical tiny little tatty-o's today?
yep.
an octopus arm's worth of big things and small packages.
(sounds like a gang-bangin' good time, huh?)
good folks getting zapped up,
and laughing at all the albie rock show anecdotes.
even the ones they didn't really get....
makes for an easy sunday afternoon.
jim came over and brought this epic housewarming treat:
i love lamp. that's a stack and a half of pipe tobacco tins.
it takes a good friend to risk mouth and lung disease to light up my man-room.
....i'm sayin'.
and the shade is hand-dyed using tea.
that's Folk Life active participation.
recognize, mother-humps....
aaaaaand,
he also baked up a batch of some choco-loco walnut-studded cookies!
bellyhole booty call-type sh!ts, my ninjas.
we had a rippin', roarin', roasty-toasty outdoor fire,
and another 'nother hour or two of the indoor one, too.
good times.
getting home in the deep, dark, doo-doo buttery basement of each day,
all lightless and cold an' that,
makes motivation an elusive experience.
still,
i've got one of those pre-holiday to-doo-doo lists that needs moves to be made.
and i'm a move-maker, yeah?
tomorrow is my friday,
and i've got a full-day appointment with a full-blown awesome client.
that's how you lead up to, and lean into a holiday, duders;
never quiet, never soft.....
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