What a beautiful night last night. Plus or minus it being the hottest one of the summer or so. You know, it’s been like, in the low 80s for the past MONTH and the night that ilyAIMY’s playing outside it’s 95 and humid? It’s just not fair. Still – August’s been beautiful and tonight’s no exception. Just last night. Was the exception. Growl.

ilyAIMY played the Washington Harbour in Georgetown last night, and though driving in Washington DC is stressful as Hell (thanks to Kristen for making that stress HERS and not MINE) (thanks to Heather for getting down there early and scouting around and directing us in), once we were there it was a relatively easy load-in, and though hot and sticky (I had to sit down for about five minutes once we were done I was so overheated) the actual show was a lot of fun. Lucrative, stunning environment, a great dinner afterwards…. The only downside being that the bar we ate at afterwards was Hellbent on reminding us that some people still smoke, and cigars and cigarettes and ashtrays accompanied our exquisite crab-topped gazpacho.

Tomatoes and ash. T’was like an apocalypse in Italy. Or something. Yeah. That was weird.

Most of my day today has been spent getting my digital ducks in a row for the next couple of months so that various parts of my open mics, Teavolve’s entertainment and House of Musical Traditions will run smoothly without me. I think Kristen’s been doing much the same, though obviously with a store focus. We finally got the Carolina Chocolate Drops’ and ilyAIMY’s schedules to align and though I’m slightly worried that our venue in the area has been kind of waffling, we’ll have Rowan for a night in Saint Louis, and I’m willing to bet that no matter whatever comes together for Missouri, it’s going to be a LOT of fun.

Tonight’s a House of Musical Traditions meeting to boot, where we’ll be covering a lot of the stuff that people need to know as our torch is passed for the autumn. We’ll be gone for a pretty intense period of time – the back-to-school rush and more specifically student instrument rentals can be pretty rough and I’d feel guilty about leaving this on the shoulders of my cow-orkers (yeah, ork those cows!) if it weren’t for the fact that my true calling really DOES have more to do with highways and horizons than it does with retail and grumpy parents.

As we move at 20mph down I95 towards Takoma Park, the longing to get the Hell off the east coast is blossoming with a fierceness. I can’t wait to get away. Cue that awful song by Lenny Kravitz.

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