I came home drunk at 2:30 to my folks house after a night at Handlebar Hank's, having had sneakily drank vodka straight from my flask inside the establishment, mind you. Drinks are cheaper in small towns, too. Playing the accordion at last night's Welland show went pretty alright, I think. I'm getting better, but also my left arm is sore from pumping those bellows. Mostly seeing that people in this town are making good music and caring about it is really refreshing and encouraging.
This morning I was woken up by Bruce Springstein's pianist's new song (my dad saved it for me because there is accordion in it) and watched Will & Grace and Ellen on TV in the basement.
Once we came upstairs my family discussed "trans-trannymen", something which my dad refuses to believe in (that is, Trans-Men who also change transmissions). It's my mom's birthday today and all I wanted to get her was a nice vegetarian cookbook and I couldn't even find one in the stupid mall, which I drove home from listening to "Feel the Pain" and "Brain Stew".
'90s alt lives!
Insofar, being at home again is better than it used to be these days.
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