In which a picture is worth a thousand wo- …oh screw it. Here’s some pix of Ritzville. On Saturday, the Kings and I played the main stage from 1.30 to 2.30: And then we played a 2-hour set in the Pastime, a wonderfully reesty little bar across the street from the main stage packed with […]
In which I *do* go on about my cute BF. Yesterday my dorky boyfriend informed me that it was our “two-month anniversary.” (Two months. SIXTY ONE DAYS. Who counts shit like that? Six months, maybe, or a year, but two months?!) We almost went out to dinner after work, but I was unbathed and wearing […]
