In a Little While III

Hmm.

Had a nice time today. Unintentionally, I met up with Gerry Cox and Magdalene his girlfriend and had lunch and a drink at Father Flannigan's Irish Pub down at Chimes. I had originally intended to go to Bras Basah to check out a guitar amp and also get some spray paint (although I know artfriend probably didn't have the colour I wanted, and saga city would be closed).

In any case, I had just text messaged Gerry to see if he'd started his gig at Father's and whether he would like to catch a bite, and he said that he was just going down, and he would be having a bite with Mags and I was invited to join them.

So I did.

And I had a nice time talking with Gerry and Mags, and I didn't take any alcohol because it was too early in the day to have something like a Guinness or something. However, we did exchange some very useful and interesting information regarding both daily lives, and things related to music.

I did mention one thing to Gerry and Mags which is my concern as to whether I would appear arrogant and imposing if I do sets every friday night after my shift. While I was harbouring this thought for quite a while (mainly due to the fact that maybe I'm a little too sensitive) Gerry and Mags said that my colleagues' perspective on that whole affair was anything but negative.

I dunno, maybe their faces were black due to a seperate reason altogether. Whatever it is, it's settled that next friday I'll be doing some CCR and maybe some Neil Young to shake things up a little.


Cheers,

Crawldaddy