just got home from an unexpectedly lovely evening out on the town. bear in mind that this is fairbanks, alaska. such things are infrequent occurrences, i hit up the red fox this evening, on the recommendation of a friend how showed up a bit later than myself. by then i'd eaten, and gotten a drink or two down the hatch. well, time progressed, but the scene really didn't. the bartender was quite lovely, but how clique is hitting on the bartender? meh, maybe next time. in any case, i stepped out before my buddys, and made my way elsewhere. by possible divine intervention, i made my way to the marlin, a local hippy hangout. mind you, i'm perfectly fine with hippies, they just generally don't like me. it's not terribly hard to figure out that i'm military. well, as is sometimes the case, the marlin was hosting a rather fantastic local concert. for me, this is close to paradise. little basement place offering intimate access to a fantastic live show. i showed up as an act can 'danny and the jampires' was playing. and killing it too. after they finished, i got to see the scurvies, and they honestly rocked their hearts out. i'm generally not a big punk fan, i definitely fall more into the metalhead realm, but a good performance is exactly that. and these guys gave one hell of one. never mind that it turns out that the marlin stocks kracken rum, which make captain morgan taste like urine. fuck it, the hippies can be mad at me. i like it there, and i'm likely to go back real soon. fer now, time to let sleep take me. goodnight suicidegirls, i love you lovely, lovely ladies 
-mike
-mike