so I made gazpacho to take to the musical evening and we visited and we played and ate cold salmon and cole slaw and potatoes and rice and obvs the gazpacho, and it was RILLY NICE to eat cold food (although Tom nuked the gazpacho, what a card).
Last song of the night was Mike playing In The Early Morning Rain – he does a great version of it and
anyway now I can’t sleep because I’m so buzzed and happy.
Katie and Alex didn’t come but Keith attended, and how good to see him.
Tom and Peggy floated the idea of a memorial filk for the 10th anniversary of John’s death next summer. I support this notion.
FUCK how can he have been gone ten years? Sometimes I want him back so bad
nobody else could interpret the world as he could
