my love runs deep (subtitled: the most expensive concert ticket ever)

It took Henry the Sentra, a tow truck, and a rental Ford to get me there, but I finally made it to the Mount Baker Theatre in Bellingham tonight to catch Iron & Wine, round two. Obviously, I didn't know when I set out on my little impromptu drive that my car would break down on the side of the I-5 just 9 miles shy of my desired exit, but the main point is that for any other concert I would probably be bitter at this point. But I'm not. Concert #2 was wonderful. And now I'm very sleepy.

I've also decided that Sam Beam looks like a sexy version of the cowardly lion, all clad in a Banana Republic sweater and well-fitting jeans. Just an observation. Do with it what you will.

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