open mic night
I had a great night. I'll need about seven gallons of coffee to make it to lunch tomorrow, but still, a great night.
Frankly, it was just nice to be out on a windy October evening in a dark pub. If you're in this game, you get that. Us homesteaders know how to revel in basic comfort—really sink into that feeling of decadence you get from two Guinnesses, great people, and music cases under your feet. Pair that with a woodstove, a good dinner, and laughter from close friends and you've got yourself tucked right into the back pocket of heaven. Or at least, my back pocket of heaven. Which may very well be a dark pub on a windy October night with guitar cases lined up against the wall. I told you I was simple. And I'd never make it into the front pocket anyway.
And now darling, if you don't mind too much, I am going to crawl into bed with my two wolves and get some sleep.
Oh, and Chuck Klosterman meets his maker on Sunday.