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wow. my ass is planted in a school library chair once again, so i can really take the time to write an entry without fear...fear of smelly public library people and the too-big font on-screen, or fear of hipsters in the laundromat asking me just how long i plan to stay on that computer.

we got back from barrie at around 3.30 in the morning. richard and i played our second show there, and it was...ok. the energy of the crowd was pretty poo-poo, but i thought we played ok. they all shut the fuck up when richard ended one of his inter-song monologues with "she left the bar, and...she never made it home. that was the last time i saw my sister." at least they stopped yapping for at least one fucking song! people don't know how to react to our show - it's just TOO much of a modern cabaret act for some. especially a barrie gay crowd (such an oxymoron...) the bar has that 80's black-metal-n'-glass decor to it. "very white zinfandel" as i described it to socks.

our potluck for ricky (wait, did i mention this already?) went sooper. i think with all the no-show donations added on later, we raised something like $700. there is a cheque that richard doesn't want to cash, but frame, to remind him of the goodness of people. in return for our little birthday gift to him, richard went and bought socks and i 5TH ROW TICKETS for the indigo girls. AGGGGH!!!! i called richard a bastard with glee when he told me this morning. what a brat. i'm really thrilled.

anyway. i do have a really good story concerning irate cokeheads who come into the bike shop, but i will leave that for next time.