Friday - written after the fact
Apr. 19th, 2002 12:00 pmPretty much all of Friday was spent in bed. I got up in time to make it to a concert by Big Bill Morganfield, a bluesman who is the son of Muddy Waters. Being my usual procrastinating self, I put off having a shower for about an hour while I watched several of my housemates dye their hair...uh...Aztec Rouge and Plum...something.
Anyway, I did eventually make it to the concert, in time for the second set of two. I joined a few blues-loving friends (who will be here next year, thank G-d) there. I had to walk both ways alone and in the dark (with my hand on a whistle in my pocket), and my hair stank of smoke until Sunday morning, but it was still enjoyable overall.
Anyway, I did eventually make it to the concert, in time for the second set of two. I joined a few blues-loving friends (who will be here next year, thank G-d) there. I had to walk both ways alone and in the dark (with my hand on a whistle in my pocket), and my hair stank of smoke until Sunday morning, but it was still enjoyable overall.