We just had a drum brigade go down the street outside our office. Of course. Middle of the afternoon, San Francisco financial district, drums. Silly me, I don’t know why I wasn’t expecting it. They were very good, too. Three bass drums, a couple of snares, some tom-toms, hit the cadence, baby. I think I’ll go down to the sidewalk in case strippers show up. You never know.
Plus I can't log on to the wonderful blog Fabulon (http://www.thombeau.blogspot.com/) so I need strippers.
I gotta go.
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So glad you're back on Fabulon, but get those strippers anyway!
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