2005
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February 22nd, 2005.
Oh God. A day spent subsisting on vegetables and guacamole has resulted in a most uneasy truce in the depths of my belly. An evening game of Scrabble played with my [no clue where the rest of this post is… curses! – rob 2/3/18] Shane narrowly avoided a VERY incriminating photograph with Kermit here. Luckily,…
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February 21st, 2005.
Outside there’s the gentle patter of unidentified precipitation. It’s supposed to snow, but it looks like rain, but it has a solid sound when it strikes the earth. It’s cold outside, but it’s that cloud-covered cold which sort of feels like the first couple of moments getting under the blankets in bed – shockingly frigid…
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February 17th, 2005.
Well, I am sorry that there haven’t been a lot of posts recently – and it’s not because we’ve been home and there’s nothing happening. I guess a lot of what’s happening though, it isn’t really Journal stuff. Whether it’s the private romantic adventures of Valentine’s Day or the more intense struggles going on around…
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February 7th, 2005.
Today was my thirtieth birthday. I didn’t think I wanted to mention that in the Journal – I don’t like acknowledging my age, but I guess to avoid it is cowardly. Heather finally caught an antique fan in Carrboro, NC. A big mural on the side of a Chinese restaurant where we ate dinner before…
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February 6th, 2005.
Friday night was our last night in Wilmington. We played the Rusty Nail, and the Nail dripped sex – and yet surprisingly… we did none of the dripping. I mean, yeah, Heather was hot and all… and as usual you couldn’t walk five slippery feet for females salivating over my luscious denim-clad posterior (yeah… you…
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February 3rd, 2005.
Last night, the evening was capped off with “skitter skitter skitter… thwump” – and it was almost the worst sound imaginable to our tired ears. Yesterday, we wandered the streets of Wilmington. We were planning to visit Jack the Antique Store Cat – we’d only seen him sleeping through panes of glass on previous visits,…
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February 1st, 2005.
MC Chris (Hesch from Sealab 2021? MC Pee Pants from Aqua Teen Hunger Force?) played the Ottobar back home in Baltimore last night. Damn the distance. We never got the promised ice and frigid deluge, but we have been faced with a grey couple of days. The drive from Greenville to Wilmington was a vast…
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January 31st, 2005.
I don’t know that we’ve ever had an open mic turn around so dramatically on us… and I mean that in a good way. We arrived at Ham’s Restaurant and Brewery at around 9pm in the hopes of signing up early with Someone’s Sister and heading back for an early night. Heather’s still working her…
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January 29th, 2005.
The dreary light continues as Heather works the phlegm out of her system. In theory we’re supposed to be singing again tomorrow, but I’m not really sure if she’ll be up for it. I’d like her to give it a rest until she’s better… There’s an ice storm advancing up the coast, and I get…
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January 28th, 2005.
Oh my GOD what a night. Our first real show at the Six String Cafe and I feel we may have blown some people’s minds. Not to be arogant, but we played one Hell of a show. A two stringer, too. There were issues. There was feedback and there was broken strings and flubbed lyrics…