Yeah, I had an Architectural Review Board presentation today, so I had to get a haircut and dress like I cared, not able to get to the Fest for lunch. Sigh. Well, I wanted to see several bands in the evening, so it could work out OK. And the presentation went …OK; not great. I’ve been to worse. But in any case, the day was beautiful and when I got home, I really was kind of looking forward to a beer.
However, Wife Sublime’s day was going worse, and when I asked if she wanted to go down, she snapped at me and told me to JUST GO AHEAD WHATEVER!
So fuck it, I threw some dead animals on the grill and decided to update my timesheets and the Fest-Blog. So here you go; I updated the Fest-blog.
And she eventually walked out, changed her shirt and said she was ready to go. However, it was pretty much too late to catch two of the three bands I wanted to see, so as I said, fuck it. It wasn’t my fault and I could have just left without bothering to check, and somehow that was actually my fault after all.
In any case, I am having WAY less fun than this guy:
Maybe tomorrow will be better. It better be.