Last night Aaron had his second to last show in Seattle. It was the exact opposite of a packed house. That's ok, the weather was crappy. He did play with a local band called "The Postcards from the Badlands". They are incredibly talented. What do you get with a couple doctors and architects? Western Desert music. Very cool. When listening to them you are transported to horse back, riding through the desert while the sun is setting in the purple sky. The people that were there did like the music which is always a good thing. Also, each person in the band went home with a few cases of tall boys, so all the boys were happy. I guess I'd be more excited if it were bottles of whiskey, but one can dream. :)
It's starting to feel really real that we are actually leaving. I look at everything that has to be done and pretty much start freaking out. So instead of packing, after work I'm going to go take a French macaron class at The Pantry at Delancey. It only seems right.
Here are some pictures from last nights show:
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