Breakfast

Yesterday was cold.  We saw a lot of bands.  One was outside.  We were outside too.  All of us, the band, myself, Shannon, and a couple hundred other people none of whom we knew but could presume that they have good taste in music. Some had nice bad haircuts, and at least one wore a bowtie.  It was underneath the Kennedy Expressway.  Not the part where cars drive through but a safer no-driving area which was fenced off for the occasion.