Another sunny day in Windsor Terrace, and only one left til John Keats' birthday, and Halloween. I couldn't find a darn pumpkin in the local supermarket -- every house on the way is showing off with 4 or five of them, but i can't find a little one to make pumpkin soup with. Maybe there's a pumpkin patch within walking distance, or i can just steal one from the nice people next door. Yesterday we went to Lonelyville cafe by Prospect Park to get breakfast and before you know it we had our costumes for tomorrow, courtesy of Kevin from Lil' Hospital. These coffeecups are beautiful, and they don't even know it yet. In about 2 weeks we head out and the plan is to get some new songs ready & prep ourselves for the hardships of constant travel etc by starving at strange hours and doing some push ups. Push up count: 0, but the day's just started around here..
We might be playing a few shows before we go - a real one (if we can get on it, you'll be the first to know) and an invisible one around the corner from here. Keep you posted!
Ed.'s note: I just got a little pumpkin from the ghost of Sarah Allen!!!!!!!!