I went to a wedding reception last night. A dear old friend tied the knot in Germany over the summer, and last night I got to meet his bride and see quite a few people I had not seen in well over a decade. It was sort of a weird night.
It is possible that I sang in public for the first time in more than five years, in the shadow of an enormous moose head, accompanied by former map of july members Ian and Craig. If this happened, then I was terribly nervous. I would likely have described it as something akin to a weird dream: my old band reuniting for an evening, to play songs we had written in front of an audience of people I knew from high school. I may have further explained that I would experience no surprise should I discover that I was wearing no pants and was completely unprepared for a chemistry test.
All Phoctober posts from this site.
Verillion gives you seven for the price of one.
Jefferson Davis in the dark.
Absolute Vanilla gives us lions and arches and columns (oh my!).
Jefferson Davis on the unknown dead.
Taffiny keeps her floral theme going, with pink petals.
Vesper gets squirrelly.
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