Hooray for a three-day weekend after three days of working until midnight and a Thursday evening featuring a four-hour chat with Eskimo.
Last night we saw a bonus Move Like Seamus show at Mick O'Shea's; 'twas supposed to be a solo Earthdgragon gig but some rich fucks hired the joint for a Loyola College graduation party and Mick's management asked for the Full Monty. Good thing, too, because it was packed with wealthy 21 and 22 year olds who wanted to dance, and dance they did, to all those '80s songs which to them are as old and interesting as The Beatles were to me when I was their age and attending Loyola Collge.
Today I must go to market and call more contractors who won't respond.
