Bongos = Crap
Dueling Bongos = Get me the f#%k out of here!

The evening began and ended with somewhat old pizza slices. In between wasn't much better.

It started with a slice purchased at the university student union building. I was rushed, had a major presentation to make, and wasn't sure if I was starving or just really, really nervous. Turns out I was just really, really nervous, as during my entire presentation I passed gas the smell of which would kill a charging elephant.

Later I decided to head out on my own to Ginger's to see the ever delightful Petunia. Unfortunately I first had to sit through dueling acoustic guitars, followed by dueling bongo drums. While I dueled with multiple beers I also duelled with the idea of fleeing. Luckily I tuffed it out as Petunia struck a mighty figure on stage in his french beret, Arabian neck scarf and super stylish red stripped shirt. His kazoo struck chords in my nether regions that any normal straight man would be too concerned about to mention in such a public forum.

As I stumbled home I decided to do my body no favours by picking up my second pizza slice of the night. Tomorrow I'm going to a job fair. Though in my mind it's more of a blow job fair, as I really, really need a job.

It was just like Close Encounters of the Third Kind, complete with an amazing light show, simple note changes, and an encounter between slack jawed onlookers and a band of wrinkled little humanoid shaped alien like creatures.

The Rolling Stones have come and gone, leaving behind them mud and tire tracks where once there was grass and baseball diamonds. I'd like to say that I holed myself up in my apartment, closed the blinds and ironically watched Gimmie Shelter. But rather, at roughly the time (I Can't Get No) Satisfaction echoed back and forth amongst the north end houses, I was ponying up and doing some booty dancing while watching the concert for free in the rain safely on a slick and wet rooftop overlooking the Commons.

BEFORE

DURING

AFTER

I've been getting a fair deal of flack lately for not updating on the seemingly hourly basis as I've been known to do in the past. For that I apologize and tend to offer up the excuse that I generally have less to complain about these days. And as I'm sure you've come to know, when I'm not complaining I'm pretty quiet.

But things have changed...

According to Wikipedia, the Halifax Commons was created for three reasons:

1. to provide pasturage for horses and livestock, both by the military garrison and the citizens of Halifax

2. to create a large area in which regiments stationed and in transit through Halifax could set up camps

3. to provide clear fields of fire for the garrison of the Halifax Citadel, so that invading forces would have no cover in the event of an assault on the fort

And to this we can now add:

4. to play host to the 50,000+ people willing to pay $100 each to watch, for all intents and purposes, the equivalent of the jam band my dad plays in on Wednesday nights to entertain the elderly residents of his condo