A weekend concerto in three parts: Sunday
And on the third day, the lord brought food upon which we gorged ourselves. Lauren and I were celebrated at our going away BBQ by our friends, family, and misc. hangers-on. There was food, there was drink, there was croquet. Pictures will be available later. For those who have an in with the family, there is lots of food left over, so you may be receiving another BBQ invite sometime this week.
The, sadly, my final act of the weekend was to turn down a ticket to see the Pixies/Bloc Party concert tonight. Sad but true. When you only have 13 days left in your hometown, there are a lot of loose ends that need tying up. (Dealing with a situation like this also entered the picture) For now, I will just pretend that the Pixies are as they were when I first listened to Doolittle in 8th grade, broken up.
The, sadly, my final act of the weekend was to turn down a ticket to see the Pixies/Bloc Party concert tonight. Sad but true. When you only have 13 days left in your hometown, there are a lot of loose ends that need tying up. (Dealing with a situation like this also entered the picture) For now, I will just pretend that the Pixies are as they were when I first listened to Doolittle in 8th grade, broken up.
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