January 19th, 2004.

Sunday night, after practice, we crashed at Alfred's house for the night. Tristan came and woke us up in the morning with Loving Husky smooches.
Sunday night, after practice, we crashed at Alfred’s house for the night. Tristan came and woke us up in the morning with Loving Husky smooches.

Not much to say for the night. Watching people with strange beards talk on Country Music Television. Heather’s got control of the television. We’re staying at Alfred’s for the night, before heading South to Richmond – I paced in the basement playing bass as Alfred worked Photoshop magic for Scientific American. It’s cool to watch him work Photoshop – he’s a real painter in that program.

Before we left, Heather's parents threw a movie night with a dinner of h'ors d'e... I have no idea how to spell that, despite 6+ years of French. A bunch of appetizers.
Before we left, Heather’s parents threw a movie night with a dinner of h’ors d’e… I have no idea how to spell that, despite 6+ years of French. A bunch of appetizers.

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