Back from dinner and 4 hour concert with
brodeurbunny30 (
Three Days Grace,
Theory of a Deadman,
Mobile, and
Idle Sons). Spoiled rotten by Bunnies of Brodeur. ♥ Buoyed spirits somewhat, although still doggedly insisting on playing chicken with emo grunge kids.
Came back with surprising number of autographs and even more surprising impressions of "Good Canadian Boy" rockers. Shook a lot of hands.
Exhibiting suspicious yet inexplicable temporary loss of hearing. Everything smells of pot, yet none was deliberately inhaled. Possibly hungry.
ETA: Also. Throat raw, voice hoarse. Eyes (and body) peculiarly tired and sore. Presume unidentified malicious forces at fault.
Strange. Hmm.
Bed now.