I keep wanting to post, but it’s been so crazy and busy and all o’that good stuff. I’m feeling a little off today — not sure if it’s a cold or allergies, but feeling funny. So I’m going to bed early and I’m going to sleep.
But first I have to send you over to take a listen to the Shut-Ins. They’re the band we’re having for the wedding, because Lala said she wanted them and that’s good enough for me. I know one of the lead singers, Mike Roper, and I adore him, but I’d never heard them until the other night, when I realized we’re going to have a PARTY with them there. They freakin’ rocked. I loved them. Hulabilly, baby. Whoreshoe-Joni actually called Lala that afternoon and said she had tickets to the Violent Femmes, did Lala want to go? Lala said that we were going to hear the Shut-Ins, and Joni said, "The SHUT-INS?! Oh, that’s where *I’M* going." And she did. They’re that great. Go listen. Enjoy.
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