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last night was the beginging of this group of birthdays.
last week someone dropped a envelope at buntport, with a ransom note and instructions on how to save agent mathbook, rescue her in time for her birthday. a time and a place to be. i showed up at the time and place, just to be kidnapped myself. i was thrown in a van and blindfoled, driven around for awhile and pushed out at the ending location. which was just a party, at a bar. a little disappointing, because last year there were a lot of clues and such to end up at the party, but i was surprised. we were at the high street speakeasy, an old brothel that has been converted into a bar. it is in a neighborhood that people never go to. i guess the nieghborhood is on the road to gentrification but this road is a slow one.
we also performed at the boulder fringe last night, the audience was super small. lame. nobody likes to work on stuff and then have no one show up. i hope it gets better. we have the late show tonight...we'll see.

recomendation: pon de replay by rihanna (song and video)