November 20th, 2003.

Erf. Another sort of nothing night. Playing to five people. The Java Lounge recently placed a cover on their open mic, and saw their attendance drop from the full house they had two weeks ago (and this place is BIG) – to tonight’s turn out: 6 people at it’s height.

And the owner’s irked at the host? Sigh.

Long night. But we ran up to Estes Park again for lunch… that was wonderful. Met a one-eyed cat. An old woman tried to give it an alcoholic drink. Also, the owner moved the buffalo head because it kept weirding out the people playing shows there. Go fig.

Anywho – movie… then sleep.

So much angst today. And to top it all off… band difficulties. I just don’t know that I want to go home. It’s so beautiful here. We’re not getting anywhere at the moment, but on the other hand, it could be so easy to relax into something… everyday… here….