Get Over It

The weekend is long gone. And the next one is still a few days away.


But seriously, it’s hard to get over them when weekends represent this:


Sunday. Beach.

That was, for a few moments, my view. Then the stupid flies/gnats/whatever-they-were hanging out in the beached Kelp wouldn’t leave Adam and I alone. And the sun wasn’t particularly cooperating.

Beach was abandoned with the hope of returning next weekend.


But check it(!) – whilst trying to see a band/venue for Adam’s upcoming show this Wednesday (hint, hint: be there) I spied this in the bathroom:


Hard core punk, and stuff...

Coastal Gris is legit, yo.

But seriously, you should go. I’ll be there. Maybe I’ll buy you a beer. Who knows?