choco_frosh | Realm: Festivities - Subrealm: You came by air and rail and road

In the end, there wasn't much goin' on on the job front yesterday, so I went to Boston after all for the Banjo Apocalypse Crinoline Troubadours concert. (I used the excuse that I could network with people to search for jobs. Remarkably, this actually did happen.)
Technically, it was still a bad idea, since not only did I lose my hat, but some combination of factors (picking up Amal's stomach bug, lack of sleep, throwing my meal schedule off-kilter, too much soda, and/or dehydration) knocked me out once I got home, making me feel like poop on toast and forcing me to cancel an appointment. (A nap, and some soup, seem to be making at least some headway toward fixing this.) Oh, and of course I didn't get any job applicating done.

I am still glad I went.

The concert:

teenybuffalo and a friend opened, with songs about dead people. They were followed up by the "celtic Elvis", with songs about sex, dangerous women, spells, and combinations thereof. The (breathe) Banjo Apocalypse Crinoline Troubadours did songs and poems and stories about all of these, plus some from their latest project: the folk songs of miners descended from people abducted by aliens in the 19th c.
(Unfortunately, the one about the Catholic with the, uh, itch wound up not making the program; but I'd gotten to hear it in advance.)

The real fun, though, was seeing friends (lj user=teenybuffalo> and

nineweaving chief among them, and of course to meet the band, and hang out discussing Weird $#!7 We Have Experienced, webcomics, and...geeze, we must have discussed something more substantial than that.
Anyway, fun.