BREWTALITEA was Ah- Mazing last night. Good music and lots of folks turned out. It was super exciting to be part of something that pushes the envelope downtown some. Sorry-- I'm not really downtown-- I'm actually in Newtown. That quarter of a block seems to make all the difference. Whateves. I'm still the only venue in town that can pack 40 little head bangers into one small space. And not a noise complaint one!
My neighbor, sixty- something Sally, walked by last night and said she was so happy that I was helping to breath life into our little corner of town. She thought Metal Monday was a great idea and said it never bothered her to see young people having fun. Her mother, 80- something Tess, thinks that all the drums I have playing are people hammering, so it doesn't bother her either.
As elated as I am, though, I'm also quite sad. My Dr. friend came into the shop today and he told me that while the swelling in my face will go down, there is no way that the discoloration will disappear by Sunday-- which means I will look like a well- attired Quasimodo when I see CA for, ironically, our second face to face meeting. Brilliant. At least Dr. Rob said that if anyone can pull off facial contusions and a major shiner it's me. I've been dressing really girly lately, but mixing in studded belts and wife beaters. I'm calling it my rock and roll ballerina look. If the shoe fits...
Fun week as of yet. Working on the new menu and new teas are arriving each day. Looking forward to some cool bands from C'ville this weekend.
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