loganrox

I've seen that feeling. It's awesome.

So did I ever tell you about the piano bar? I must have. It was a bar, made of pianos...maybe three pianos high, four in places, piano walls enclosing the bar. Inside they served beers for a buck a piece. Boxes of drumsticks lay all around, and people drummed the piano bar. Otherworldly, resonant wood and strings, rhythms and spinters held up the walls, the air was heavy with sound for days. Days.
Finally the beer ran out, and they burned it.

Today, at 11:11 I was going out on a limb with people I should speak nice to, I saw the clock, and decided to go for broke.