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Friday Night , Etc Saturday, Jul. 29, 2006 - 12:24 p.m. I'm crashing at the private residence of two very gentlemanly bachelors this time around for the first part of my visit. Dave and Charlie have been extremely tolerant of my antics, and are essentially treating me like the third bachelor. I've even left the lid up and a dose of Number One in the bowl as a gesture of goodwill. --- It was lots of fun to see the usual suspects at Cero's last night -- Although, one of the regulars was missing. Bob Chance usually plays a duplicate of the very famous glossy black Gibson guitar named Lucille, but she was nowhere to be found. Instead, Bob had with him a gleaming white Rickenbacker with a honey-brown pick guard. Lucille is now in semi-retirement, because this is the second time she's become damaged in a very short interval of regular wear and tear, and the Rick seems to be a little more sturdy. And ohhhh it sounds very nice, too. --- The place where I'm staying is actually very comfortable. It's 'bachelor clean', meaning if the fellas know where everything is, there's a path between the rooms, and everything is dusted and in neat stacks, then it's passable. I know this pattern too well, as my beleagured husband will attest to. And John? Well, he seems to have survived the drive, and is spending his down time playing with the DVDs and looking at all the extras on this disc or that, without the wifey there to roll her eyes and say to PLEASE start watching the MOOO VEEEE. --- Nothing else to report, except it is indeed warm here, but it's at least twenty degrees cooler here than last time. Hope you're all well! Have a good Saturday. ---
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