I think it is entirely possible that I’ve burned a little bit. Meep. I think there shall be redness and a bit of pain in my future. If I’m lucky, it shall be merely pinkness and a bit of itch, but I think we’re past that and into the realm of the red.
Ashraf Dawod playing djembe with Teporah Belezikian and me at Joe Squared Pizza in Baltimore, MD. 
Ash takes the lead. Karyn Oliver up front!
So sad. But so good – we just performed at the Celebrate Fairfax festival, had a good time, enjoyed excellent sound support and unfortunately, missed the monkey and his man.
Petting zoos – I swear, best thing ever. Plus or minus the fact that the goats want to Love you with their horns and that camels are way more affectionate than I was generally given to expect. Did you know that a camel would kiss a man? News to ME! (ick)
Kissin’ booth camel.
And speaking of ick – you know, Starbucks is generally a very well-kempt chain (as opposed to unkempt) with safe bathrooms of sparkly porcelain. THIS one however had the ew. I won’t go into a lot of detail, but to add insult to injury, let injury = poo and insult = ping pong balls. I can NOT make up this tale of woe.
Off to the Frederick Festival of the Arts!
