Jul 23, 2006 17:19
When I decided to learn the mandolin, I did not know that this endeavor would be useful for picking up cute mandolin/banjo/bass-playing boys at East Village bars.
Did you know that tenor and bass banjos existed? I sure didn't.
Life continues to be strange. Strange and wonderful. Off to the community garden where I plan to write an actual, honest-to-goodness letter. I thought they'd gone the way of the telegramophone. Stop.