We've been enjoying our weekly debate nights at the Twilight Exit. We had to get there early to get a seat.
Even the Hugo House couldn't resist a political joke. At a reading last week, the Pitbull With Lipstick was a big hit--Ross and I got the last two before the whiskey bottle ran dry.
And then I ran into Ol' Bill at Walgreens. Seriously, those politician are ubiquitous. Ubiquitous, by the way, was one of my vocabulary words in junior high. There was some story that went along with it...A story about a hardworking little guy that had to do everything and be everywhere at once. Finally, he finally threw up his hands and quit. His name was U.B., or Yooby. And when he quit, his boss said "UB quit us," or something like that. Very memorable.
Way back in July, Ross bought four tickets to the Giant Sand show. Back then, October seemed like ages away, but now the night has come and gone.
On our way down to the venue, the light was gorgeous, but lately it seems that everyone's always on the move. No one stands still long enough for my slow trigger finger to capture them.
I managed to get one shot of TS in her fabulous woolen dress with little, round buttons at the wrists.
The venue was kinda fancy--complete with mango daiquiris and truffle cheese and all the people leaning back in their booths, nodding along. Howe's piano sounded lovely.
Ross and I even talked to Howe after the show. I don't think I've ever done that before, and we felt pretty silly, but he was just standing there. He gave us a travel tip: next time we go to Portland we know where to find a good slice of pie.
Goodnight, weird little fish.
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