I’ve been feeling pummeled lately by things happening that I really wish hadn’t, so I took a little weekend vacation and drove up to the bay area. It was just what the doctor ordered, so to speak. I drowned my sorrows in: a hot tub; wine, champagne, sushi, and ice cream; a couple new pairs of vintage boots; a reunion with a friend I hadn’t seen in – can this really be true? – sixteen or seventeen years; and Big Star at the Fillmore.
I’d rather not blog about things sucking, so I thought I’d can it until I felt a little better, but for now, that more or less sums it up. Life goes on, clouds and silver linings and all that jazz.
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