07-02-2012, 03:41 PM
Sunday I just loitered about until I left. One of my krew had blocked my car in, which pissed me off, but I was out of the venue by 4:20ish. It was a long drive home, with two annoying traffic jams. On Tues, my throat felt like it was being stabbed by icepicks and I was sick by Wed. I thoughtfully shared my cold with S on Fri. We had comp tix to Mickey Hart's show at the Fillmore on Sat, but had to bail (I was also invited to the red carpet premiere of Death Grip, an indie martial arts flick I helped out, but turned that down because of Mickey). S had to bail on the Women's Gymno finals, which was really disappointing. Today, I'm still coughing like a cat with a dreadlock hairball and rethinking my commitment to the nite krew.
Shadow boxing the apocalypse