I was pretty happy when they changed their mind and sent us on our way. Arrival was just late enough that I didn't have time to drop my stuff off before going to the Crocodile to see Islands. I was in a cab heading home when I got a message from Samantha saying that the band was warming up; so I immediately directed the driver to Belltown and stowed my luggage in the merch booth. Actually, the doorman was planning to search my bags, but quickly saw the futility and let me leave them behind the counter.
The show was super fun and filled with musical zaniness which I need to type about for Metroblogging very soon. After the encore, I ran into Buster McLeod and his entourage. We went across the street to see their soon-to-be art space / bar and I am pretty confident that it will be a huge success. Later, we went back to the Crocodile for some drinks and minor mingling with the band.
Oh, and the weather? Today it broke the internet at my office. But now it's back. Obviously.
