Time of Rivers.

[starmeat]

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Jack Rose and Glenn Jones from my phone. Meaning, crappy audio/video, but still, an attempt.

Getting there.






View from the hotel room.


Looking critically bummed in the hotel room.


Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's house.


Alexander Turnquist.




Puppy of a dude I bought some Star Trek records off of.


Grocery shopping.


Beer, beer, beer, beer, beer, beer, honey, bread, soup, crackers, tea, inari, beer. Beer. Beer, beer, beer, beer.
And I made these today. Eggless chocolate cookies with bittersweet chunks and cranberries, made using condensed milk.


Awesome (most to less most): Alexander Turnquist, Jack Rose, Harris Newman, Micah Blue Smaldone, Michael Chapman, James Beaudreau, Ben Reynolds, etc.

You know, wish shit worked out the way I planned. Definitely worth going, although next time I won't be staying in such a nice hotel. Or going at all. Maybe as a day trip, for one day. I mean, really, I went to see Alexander and when I add it all up, it would have been way better as a tank of gas and $5 ticket instead of what I planned it to be.
Home now.
Today was good, mostly. Laundry, friends, stories, cookies, movies.
I want to dress up as Kitty and The Swede (and Colfax) from The Killers for Halloween. Pre-heist. But I don't have any friends, or whatever. Bummed.