Blame the moon
It was a very strange evening, with stories spilling out of me one after another over drinks after work and, later, at dinner. A group of us went to Slim’s to see The Airborne Toxic Event, and the club management confiscated my camera on the way in the door because I didn’t have a press pass, and I felt like they had taken my arm or something…it freaked me out to be standing there without it. I blame the almost-full moon for all the weirdness. The band, however, rocked, regardless of what was going on in the sky.