I call it strange because it began with my family, crying as poor Zorro was being put down. Then ended with some of the most fun I had ever had at the glass cactus. I just can't tell if yesterday sucked or rocked. I'm relieved that Zorro is no longer suffering from his enlarged heart crushing his esophagus, who really know how long that has been a thing. I find us very lucky that he blessed us with his personality and amusement for this long, he was such a great animal, the best.
The glass cactus was such a good night. The band, David Whiteman Band, was just frlipp'n awesome and played a great set list. by my 3rd White Russian I owned the dance floor. Apparently that's what I need to let loose, because normally I'm concentrating on what to do next instead of just going with the flow. Danced with a lot of girls, had some dudes trying to leech off my power, but they couldn't keep up, ha ha ha. Yeah, been a while since I felt that good. Last time I felt this good was when I played percussion in my old band. I can still drum, just lost a lot of control...
Anyway... Like I said, strange day. That and I'm sick of the rain :/