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A couple days in Lake Jackson, where it was cold but there was turkey, pie, and a fire in the fireplace. And cards at all hours of the night. Grandjo's still weird, which was strange and depressing, but I had headphones-music when I felt the need to be antisocial, and mad scorekeeping card skills the rest of the time. And pie. So much pie. And they made mushrooms and onions specially for me, so I had to go. Stephan was lonely, but he got work done.
It did make me think about how Amy's son Allen should move down here and we should have a band together, except I still think of him as cooler than me, and in many ways he is, and I doubt I'd be on his level, musically. Not vertically, but it's a different plane of existence, rockstardom as opposed to operastardom. I don't know if I'd be able to integrate without appearing ludicrous for awhile. Which I despise. I'll call him.
It did make me think about how Amy's son Allen should move down here and we should have a band together, except I still think of him as cooler than me, and in many ways he is, and I doubt I'd be on his level, musically. Not vertically, but it's a different plane of existence, rockstardom as opposed to operastardom. I don't know if I'd be able to integrate without appearing ludicrous for awhile. Which I despise. I'll call him.