Little girl, little girl, where'd you sleep last night?

Last night Deb and I went to an extraordinary bluegrass concert. It was much needed after waking up in a pile of white styrofoam balls (it was as if my commande exploded) and after a lovely goodbye lunch with Avye. These goodbyes, even though I know they're not permanant, are wearing and are leaving me raw. This class has been the most extraordinary group, and to watch my friends get scattered to the ends of the earth is just hard.

This meant that Deb and I were particularly open to sitting back and hearing 4 hours of excellent bluegrass with a little blues scattered in. Check out les Ol' Timey Messengers if you ever get the chance. Just a great show. A hilariously serious clogger stationed herself next to us, and they had guest artists like one woman who sang like a 1920s record, and a Georgia bluesman named Danny Mudcat. Afterwards we chatted with the musicians (turned out we sort of knew two of them already) and met a few other friends of friends in the crowd. I had that dreadful and wonderful moment of realizing I really am a part of the Expat community here, and I'm going to miss it like crazy.

After said concert (and a lovely metro ride with the percussionist) Deb and I went round to say goodbye to Emil, and played music until 5 AM. I learned spoons! We got to play a lot of the songs we'd written together a last time, and that was great too. Thus ended the "Weekend After."