Today, I had to do some responsible things including heading to the laundromat "off County Road A, just past 'What The Heck'", according to the directions I was given. There, I spent some time putting finishing touches on a soul and funk mix that I recorded the other day which should make its way onto this website shortly. Its the first DJ specific mix that I've worked on since the Rabid Vinyl Monks album nearly five years ago.

At the laundromat, I met an older lesbian couple, Ingrid and Melanie, who pulled up smelling like a pet shop. Melanie had grown up around these parts and recently lost a finger, requiring surgery after the accident to restore movement in to the rest of her hand. Looking like an older Mr. Rogers, I didn't realize that Ingrid was a woman until I introduced myself to her. Having heard about the big St. Patrick's Day party from Mel and the bartender at the closest bar at the crossroads of County Road A and County Road H, I asked the two of them about the upcoming weekend. While their demeanor was friendly and nice, they were quick to complain about the drunken tourists about to descend on their remote, rural town. I asked if I could take a photograph of the two of them before leaving, and while Ingrid agreed, Melanie quickly declined and returned inside, assumingly bothered by the California license plates that my car was brandishing.