Long day

Last night was pretty fun. I went with Gouldy, Ethan, and Evan down to the Jazz Bakery on Helms St. to see Dr. Lonnie Smith. Like most people that go to great jazz shows we had some high life tall boys in the parking lot before the show. The Dr. is a pretty damn fantastic organ player, plus he was full of good ol' timey jazz stories. After that we went back to Goulds place and hit up the Mountaingate pool house areas where we shot the shit, drank some brews, and sang random early ninties songs. We carried on in this fashion until we heard a shrill scream that sounded like some person was being killed and then we spotted a black cat. These two omens plus the fact it was getting cold told us it was time to pack it in and after a 19 hour day awake I was ready to crash.