Going to a gig tonight. I used to go to gigs three or four nights a week. Then two nights a week. Then every Saturday. Then now and then. These days I barely gig at all.
I discovered just how little I gig on the realisation that if I wanted to last the evening in the mosh pit I was going to have to strap my ankle.
And I'm leaving a pair of glasses in the car, because I know I'll never last all night with the contacts in (glasses are contra-indicated to moshing).
Worse of all, as I'm leaving my glasses in the car, I guess that means I'm driving. No beer.
..... mercy, when did I turn into this person???
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