One Show Down, Eight To Go

Right, I realized halfway down to Newburyport that none of you would know HOW to get there, even if you knew when the shows were. Speaking of which, those times were a little off. Those times were the times that the house opens. The actual show starts a half hour later. Just so you know.

Right, the place is called the Firehouse center for the Arts. The Address is One Market Square, Newburyport, MA 01950, if you wanna mapquest it.

Other than that, I just have one or two quick revelations.

Home-made Ice Cream milkshakes are delicious. I am bringing that blender to college.

I look really weird wearing all black. ALL black, mind you. Black socks, shoes, shirts, pants, belt. Even my glasses are black rimmed. Bleh.

Add Onelinedrawing to the bands I am circulating in my playlist. BTW, if you are reading this Brian, I have your CD. Call me monday or 12:00 some time in the next few days and I'll get it back to you.

I'll be driving Mark to the airport in three hours, so I'm sorry to those who did not get to see the force that is Hurricane Mark. No, that's not any nickname, i merely state that because his plane is scheduled to fly into a fucking hurricane. Seriously.

If anyone is up at a truly ungodly hour and does not need to be home at any time, call me up and mabye we can meet at Bickford's. And believe me, no matter how early or late you think it may be, I WILL be awake. 'Cause I'm just that crazy.

That's about it. See you monday, prolly at this rate. Can't wait to have free time again. Good Times.