Then I found out that Junius guys needed the key to the gas tank in the van they were borrowing from me for the day so I drove all the way into Boston and gave them the key. I went through Jamaica Plain after sitting in sweaty traffic and locked the doors since nearly everyone there looked like they wanted to run their fingers through my spikey hair as they slowly knifed me and stole the vehicle. I kept it cool though. Gave them they key and said hello. Found out they got their plane tickets to Europa for much less than we did. Though I was angry, I was happy for them. But they're also not flying during Oktoberfest, or leaving on a weekend day, so really it was unavoidable. After we made fun of each other like we always seem to do, I drove back to our practice space in Beverly and re-assembled the pedal board.
I take great pride in doing this and even sipped some whiskey while re-arranging things, much like a person would who is reading a fine literary masterpiece, or enjoying a quiet evening by the fireside. Except I was in our practice space listening to the band next store plow their way through a punk song called "halloween". Sounded like they enjoyed that holiday A LOT when they were kids and had decided to pay homage to it. There were also tons of police officers at the space since our friends room got broken into :( Feel terrible for them and offered my gear while we're gone. That just plain sucks a lot. I then went home and watched the news, got depressed by it as always, and then went to bed.
So yes, as you can tell time is going by too slow around here and other than practicing the jams with Will and getting the business things in order, its a waiting game. Hopefully that doesn't always translate into self indulgent, boring blogs like this, but thanks for sticking it out if you did.