How Far Do We Have To Travel...

Just To Be Home Again.

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Friday night was full of fun. Brent, Nikki, Lauren, Fallon, Eli and I went to Tyler's Recital at Alexander Hall. Kids got some dang pipes. After his last piece we all spilt over to a show at Doucette. It was awesome. Good diverse group of attendees. Diverse bands. Everyone had fun from the looks of it.

A Brio-Phase played pretty good aside from bass player breaking his string. I like the sound. Reminded me of The K-Word and one part reminded me of The Adventures of Pete & Pete, so I that was a plus.
Straight No Chaser was fuckin cool. I had never heard em til that night. I dig. I dig mucho. Weird thrashy punk stuff. Some stuff reminded me of Bearathon, but not much. Slow, light parts. Heavy intense parts. Funky beats. Me gusta.
Precinct Aflame was good as always. They're sooo tight. Stage presence is getting better. But Cooney still does his show boating thing. We get it man, you're an incredible guitarist.

\m/ Mucho Metal \m/

I finished out the night at John's, of course. Brent, Nikki, Johnny, and Sierra pretty much just ate and left. So I hung out mainly with Kali, Eli, and Emma.

John's couldn't fill me up.

And a bunch of the younger Erie kids showed up to John's too. Jokes and Steve went to the show, but Dan and Joel and others showed up after. And...

They all crammed into one booth. They're close I guess. Or gay...?

Went home, played biddeeo games with Cody and the Whiteness til 3 am, then woke up at 7 am to go fishing!


This is what we pulled up to at Elk Creek. Holy shit. So we peaced pretty quick and headed down the road to an almost equally crowded Rick Road Access at Elk Creek. Fished it out. Sierra caught one. After while we migrated to Mallory Run down by Woods' Farm where Johnny caught three and Sierra another two.


I fished with the exact same bait, in the exact same spots as them. We were out from 8 to 5...9 hours of fishing...and I caught not a damn thing. Oh well, first time out since I was 13. Next time will be better.

NOTE TO SELF: WADERS, SUNSCREEN, HAT.


P.S. Corey's back in town. John's party at 8. Come welcome the bastard home!