Went late last night in the third
tier green room
at the Neptune, the
one for opening bands,
with an illuminated
fridge that hums and
thrums but doesn't
really run, mooting
my
solution to global warming.
(It did
work
as a mold terrarium,
though.)
Well, OK, the
beers weren't cold
but it beat paying
$6.50 for
a Rainier tall at the
bar. I
was there
as an
invited
hanger-on
of my fave
band, Le Sang
Song!
Check 'em out!
Was
rough getting
up
at 7 to
continue
remodeling
work in
a
restaurant
kitchen,
dazed
and hazy, but
I
had a limited
window
and
had to be out
by 4,
when
they open. The
prep
cook
Steven showed
up at
10
and nourished
me with the
kind
of egg
sandwich that
sets a
crooked
morning right.
I made it OK
and
rejoiced at
being
horizontal in
bed by
8
pm, listening
to the
unusually
intense rain.
And
then the
honking
started. IT
WENT
ON & ON...
|
|
|
|
![site index [Picture of
the Day logo]](../images/cammicro.gif)
