Does that make me a country boy?

Here I am, prepared for the big city.

This was my first time out of the sticks in a dogs age.

While we do have homeless people in Roseburg; it takes an urban hobo to just throw his used sign on the ground.

Mary is, apparently, happy (or terrified) to see me.

This Thai restaurant was inside an old house and had festive tableware. It was quite adorable.

However, they only had one person working the floor, so our meal took forever.

Maybe my life in the country (or shall we call it the land of meals that are delivered too quickly) has made me impatient. Which is strange; shouldn't I be annoyed at these fast paced city-slickers?

I had come up to see my good friend Lyn Goeringer. She was in town from Rhode Island doing a performance as part of a evening of women in experimental electronic music.

When I had gotten to town (city) Marie wasn't sure if she wanted to come out to the show because she thought that I was going to drag her to see some singer/song writer with a guitar.

I don't even think I know any singer/song writers...

Here is Lyn; rocking out with her instrument (the ExOSkeL).

We hung out with Lyn as we listened to the electro-___ stylings of the Electrogals.

We tried to convince Lyn to come out dancing, but she had to catch a flight at 3am.

I don't really feel smart enough, anymore, to write a compelling critique of the performances of the evening. And I also feel that as a representative of Whitey and The Man; I am in no position to critique lesbian fashion.