It's strange how quickly one becomes accustomed to a new group and new friends. Last night roving Sixth Street I found myself scanning the crowd for the many faces that had become so familiar over the past few days. And there were none to be found. It made me kinda sad, and I found myself today extra-yearning to get online and check in with people's sites, to see how they'd fared on their way home, and to read their reflections and thoughts. And while the blogs are nice, it's just not the same as hanging with people in real life.
Last night we saw the Mad Hannans (who are from Marin, and whose California-mocking lyrics and twangy guitar style didn't seem nearly so funny in Texas) and Love-Cars (sort of a step-child of Radiohead, several times removed) at the Blind Pig, then headed over to Iron Cactus for some happening polka with Brave Combo. Kip taught me how to polka so that added to the good times, and when the staff told them they couldn't play another song, they marched out and continued to play in front of the club. Who ever knew polka could be so much fun?
Tonight? Going to get to La Zona Rosa early so that we can see The Jayhawks. Tonight I'm going to put batteries in my camera so I can start taking some pictures. Last night I had a little mix-up in that area.