WTD: Hand stamps
Nothing like walking into the office this morning to encounter only decaffeinated coffee. For the love of god I woke up with a hand stamp on my face this morning claiming I’m 21 and ready to drink. After scrubbing for 10 minutes the stamp is slightly less noticeable, but it still looks like someone beat me up a few weeks ago.
I saw Ray Lamontagne at the 9:30 club last night. You may ask were you seated second row center 10 feet from the stage at this seated show? Yes, yes I was. Although I came to see Ray I left claiming to see Tristian Prettyman the opening act. If you haven’t checked out her music I would recommend it highly. She is an amazing singer/songwriter will find a permanent spot in my 6 CD rotation, which will of course mean Sarah will begin to stalk me again. Damn.
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