So did I ever tell you about the piano bar? I must have. It was a bar, made of pianos...maybe three pianos high, four in places, piano walls enclosing the bar. Inside they served beers for a buck a piece. Boxes of drumsticks lay all around, and people drummed the piano bar. Otherworldly, resonant wood and strings, rhythms and spinters held up the walls, the air was heavy with sound for days. Days.
Finally the beer ran out, and they burned it.
Today, at 11:11 I was going out on a limb with people I should speak nice to, I saw the clock, and decided to go for broke.
Hey hey.
I took my groovy coasters to a party... I was actually asked to bring coasters! They were a big hit In fact, one gal had all their names and colors memorized by the end of the event. *laughs* Some people are weird. But that's another story. Like, so what's this about Rex and a duck? Well, that's a chicken, but close enough.
The green-haired one has some Remy Zero thing now, very cool.
You need to know that I've seen an 11:11 clock once or twice a day, almost every day since the new year. You just need to know that.