breakfast, the day started like any other but somewhere we're never been, the Comet with the Pandaman and all the other usual suspects. someone described it to me as the anti TtC and that's a good description, the bar food of breakfast. not a bad thing, just what was is all. Even if I was staring the climbing mercury and everyone else was working Bloody Marys and Hudy's I was hungsville and needed caffeine. Can't get started without it, its the first breath of the morning.
yeah, nasty right? still had lip gloss on it too, that cup went right back.
did i say it was hot? yes and now I ready for the Morlien beer truck, hadn't been to a SSOM this year so I was already tasting a Northern Liberties IPA and walking around listen'n to the band. Except this year is different, no more beer, no more bands. how to take something awesome and make it a little less awesome. sometimes i hate the change i complain about everyone else hating.
in the end, hanging out, talking to Leisa and Randy at their temporary gallery and sucking their cool air helped. but desperate times and all we headed home where it didn't get any better, i proceeded to smash my favorite beer glass on the deck with 3/4 of an Ithaca Flower Power inside.
Ok, fine, now i'm done.