Chapel Hill is for (insert noun here).

What a way to start of the day. Some hipsters made fun of Krista (not to her face though... literally in the seats next to her talking about her like she wasn't within earshot)... I swear, if I were in area I would have thrown down and told them to take their Peter Pan pants and hang themselves but only after they had cut their suicide notes into their arms in the most ironic of tones (I know, I'm mixing two subcultures, BIG DEAL).

After dismissing this episode we had quite a grand day. We went for a walk down Franklin St. out of Carrboro and into Chapel Hill proper where we got ourselves (surprise surprise!) burritos from a place called Carrburrito! I love it! And not a half bad burrito at that. We walked to a hardware store where an old man sold me a power supply (which, by the by, is the shittiest thing I've ever bought, it doesn't even fit into the jacks [which is what she said]!) in the least amount of words I've ever had in a transation (this doesn't beat Krista's oil change experience in New Harbor, ME... check it out at our myspace). Krista picked up a postcard at Chapel Hill Comix while I sat outside and took in the sights of my immediate surroundings and contemplated my choice in career.


The show was a lot of fun. The room was huge and full of reverb so we didn't have to worry about the dry sound of our PA at all. There were some people hanging out and listening very attentively. We had a three hour set so Krista and I got to play a lot of solo tunes, which was pretty awesome. I got to hear a bunch of Krista's tunes that I hadn't heard in a while and play a bunch of my tunes that I had been bored of but kind of got a new energy to play again. I also got to try out some newer tunes too.... recordings coming soon.

After the gig we crashed over at an old friend my sister's named Jason Sewell. He lead us through some back roads into a neighborhood that was pretty much overtaken by trees and crickets (maybe locusts... who knows?). He pretty much lives in a tree fort.
I fell asleep in my clothes and with the light on and woke up at 3 in the morning cursing myself for doing so (don't ask me why, for some reason I felt very angry about the irresponsibility of the thing, huh). I then fell asleep for a couple more hours to wake up to Jason's adorable kitties mewing and rubbing up against me in my L.L. Bean sleeping bag. Cuties.















I guess that's... it. Um... I guess there's only one thing to do. (raises leg and makes a fart noise with mouth [one cheek sneak]).

Cheers,
Luke