Emery Carl played tonight at Victor's Coffee in Redmond. For the record: it's true what everyone says about that place. It's awesome and quaint and cozy and the new owner is an ASS.
Let's get one thing out of the way: Emery is adorable. He's 6'10", thin as a rail, and probably has some pretty severe ADD, and he makes me giggle. He covered Stevie Wonder and referenced Sesame Street. Find me a girl who wouldn't see stars after that.
Anyway. I'm done.
I swear.
Yeah. You know what sucks? Having a great night and then coming home to something that makes you feel sad and angry and depressed and helpless.