This is one of the random photos i found of Corrinne May, on Corrinne May's blog.


Corrinne May makes me cry. Or rather, her songs do. Yesterday, P caught me by surprise by asking if i'd like to go watch Corrinne live at Barfly. And so i said yes!
Met up with P and her colleagues and friends. Although all i saw was the top of Corrinne's head most of the time, and her voice was drowned out by the crowd, I had a nice time in conversation with P and my new friends. In conclusion, it was a good night.

Barfly doesn't allow reservations when they have an event, which i think is a weird/dumb policy. A reservation will cause me to go for a particular restaurant since i know i'd have a seat. And should i be a deliquent customer, they can always give it up to the existing crowd. And if there's none, it just means they are lousy. And there's no loss either way. Sigh. Why don't people get it?

Anyway, thanks P. For enduring the long wait and seeing the top of her head and a weak drink calling itself a mojito. Yep, by the way, the drinks at Barfly are weak. Yep. Weaklings.


Love u all. It's Friday and i really really feel like crashing back into bed. Work cheryl work. You can do this.