How could this all have been one day: finally a little rain, Illi Hill, feminist wankers, fruitless gig bag hunt, Newtown recap, CBD ridiculous "why have a shop" guitar shop, first day of rehearsal check in and amp testing, finally a serious fucking rainstorm, Chatham, randomly seeing Nelson in Thai Pothong getting fried rice to eat on a city bench, Gasoline Pony endless, endless sea shanties and one "Are we making cocktails tonight?" margarita. Bedtime.
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