How I spent my fall vacation

Okay, so it wasn't a vacation per se, in that I didn't go anywhere and I didn't take any time off work and I have not accumulated sunburns or sea shells. So true, there was no vacation. But the "How I spent my..." were always my favorite writing assignments in school because it gave us all the chance to pathologically lie and fabricate all of these outlandish tales only to outdo each other and further traumatize our fragile psyches... those were the days...

So it's not a sea shell or sun, but as evidenced above, I finally got my iPhone e-mail to work (my brother got my iPhone e-mail to work) and I was able to retrieve my pictures - yay! And share them with you - double yay!

So Family Force 5 was last friday. This friday was Magnetic Morning, also at the Grog Shop. Surprisingly, there was a much smaller turnout this week. Granted it was rainy and cold and a bunch of kids probably were collecting sunburns and sea shells on their exotic fall break trips (?). Maybe.

So Robb and I were standing outside the venue in between sets when a gentleman in a snow cap, whom we did not know, came up and was like, "Hey, you stole my woman!" Robb and I looked around, thinking the stranger was obviously not talking to us. But lo and behold, that was his "funny" way of starting a conversation that ended with him in tears begging us for food. But before he started drunkenly crying, he was still all smiles when he held out his hand and introduced himself as Antwon Robinson (I highly doubt that is his real name). And then he asked for our names. We tried to get away with just telling him out first names, but he wasn't having it. So I told him my name was Mary Clark. Robb, being the honest soul he is, actually told this crazy panhandler his real name. But then Antwon just cried for awhile, then ran away smiling toward the next group, shouting "Hey, you stole my woman!" Oh, city life.

If you've gone to a show in a big city, or were in a city for any reason, I'm sure you've had your own Antwon Robinsons. I know I shouldn't, but I always feel kind of guilty when I don't give them money. I mean, at the time, of course, I just want them to go away and not sing or try to rob me, but then I feel kind of bad. I guess that's what they call a moral dilemma.