I have no regrets, baby. Unless it's that there'll be no more days like the lovely days we've seen.

Tonight, we hit the Sweet Pea Festival.

The Bells' came by and picked us up. We parked downtown and headed to Lindley Park for the festivities.



The entertainment tonight was by the Subdudes. I had never really heard them, so I didn't know what to expect.



It is tough to describe, but they were a damn good band. Kind of a mix between the Radiators and the Allman Brothers, but with a unique sound. I was very pleasantly surprised.



We had a good time.

I thought this was a good picture of Mrs. Bells and Li'l Bells.


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G'night. I have to get up early tomorrow and drive down the gorgeous Madison River Valley to hook up with Double B to float down the river and fly fish. It is going to be warm and sunny...

It's a dirty job, but someone's gotta do it.

I wish I hadn't bought you dinner right before you dumped me on your front porch. Gimme my money back, you bitch. And don't forget my black t-shirt.

Well, shit.

Screw Costco and their "artist in residence" position.

I got beat out by a clown. A fucking balloon jockey.

This "artist" comes in for his interview, wearing his stained, polka-dotted "onesy," smelling of eggs, and "wows" the assistant manager by twisting up a set of balloon moose antlers for him. Screw him and the unicycle he rode in on.

Art?! That's art?!

Apparently, Costco thought that was a "better fit" for their store than my stick figure drawings and acoustic musical stylings. OK, so I have no technical "experience" as an artist, but I am practically a renaissance man compared to this asshole and his purple wig.

What the hell?


Costco will rue the day. It is no longer my favorite store, for starters.