Rowan’s Dad’s gun rack. How Southern is THAT?!!? No, really? How Southern?
Woke up at Rowan’s after a long, restless night of tossing and turning. Didn’t get up with my alarm because I figured – Hell, I’ve been tossing and turning… My head’s been in a weird space for a while, very depressed, very moody – very ultra-rob, I suppose. Things sort of levelled out on Monday. Funny how I’d felt as if I hadn’t played a gig in forever, and yet we played two earlier in the weekend. Maybe Monday night was just more satisfying because I played something newer (Crazy As a Good Thing) and so maybe that was more pertinent to my head. The whole band went out to College Perk last night, played hard. On second thought, I kind of wish we’d played “Speaking Louder Now” because we’ve been practicing it and I’d like to show it off, but with the number of string breaks, it’s probably a good thing we didn’t. I ended up playing John’s guitar again, halfway through the first song. That’s getting old. Got to do some bridge sanding. Rowan’s offered to do it for me, but I fear if he looks too closely at my guitar he’ll realize what I’ve done to it. (i.e. that while in Boston I glued it back together with carpenter’s glue. Elmer’s, to be exact… he’s going to scold me when he finds out).
While in Texas for my brother’s wedding, I got to make corsages and boot.. but… b… bootineers (?) for everybody with Leena. Her family runs a flower shop and she was very knowledgable about the poking of wire in the flower and wrapping it with the thing and the stuff. I spent a lot of time poking my finger with some wire and getting really sticky, but she eventually proved me teachable and I was proud of the end endeavour. I had a GREAT time and ended up smelling really nice. Not pictured – we’re surrounded by bunsen burners and test tubes, as we were working in Del’s lab where there was plenty of table space, refrigerators, and radioactive chemicals.
Ah, Leena emailed me “boutonnaires”. Good lord was a I WRONG about that!
The men of the wedding. My brother, his best man Mark, and me. I’m actually in the tuxedo my Dad wore for my parents’ wedding, massively retailored to fit me.
