Saw Jamie Cullum at the 9:30 club in Washington DC last night.
(This picture is not actually from the 9:30 club last night. It’s from the Brooklyn Bridge. Also, in the picture, it’s daytime. Possibly 9:30 am. Hard to say. But you can imagine what it would looked like if it were 9:30 pm and he were in front of a curtain at the 9:30 club in Washington DC instead of in front of the Brooklyn Bridge. Can you picture it? Good. See? Now it’s almost like you were there with me. But not.)
Anyway, it was a great show. One of the best I’ve seen, actually. That guy is crazy talented. He did a great duet cover of Rocket Man with Brandi Carlile.
I’m running to Soundgarden to buy her CD this morning. You should too. (Unless you don’t live near Soundgarden. Then you should run somewhere else to buy her CD. Unless you’re in really really good shape and can run that far. In which case, by all means, run to Soundgarden.).
This morning I looked at my watch and it said 9:30. And the stamp on my hand said 9:30 too. That was trippy. (Until 9:31.)
In other news, some ass crashed into my side-view mirror while I was at the office yesterday. At least the guy left a note and offered to pay for it. I’m no driving instructor, but crashing into stationary objects should really be the first sign that maybe you should consider the bus.
Consider the Bus would be a good name for a rock band.
FOOD UPDATE: Haven’t cooked a damn thing all week. Unless you count thawing the Dinosaur Pulled Pork BBQ in the microwave. Gonna have to look through some cookbooks and find something to make tonight. I need to make sure my stove still works.
Walk a mile in my underpants 