Mine has been a bit unusual. I woke up and spent the day attending funeral services for the father of a couple of friends. (So long, Mr. D. May the Pistons find their way without your dignity and class at the the helm.)
Now, after a brief nap. I'm off to play a loud rock and roll, in Corktown, Detroit. Corktown is the oldest neighborhood in Detroit and was established by Irish immigrants over 150 years ago. So, that feels a bit more Irish-American than being in some strip-mall bar with an O' Fakery facade and overflowing with drunk yuppies. I'll allow myself two Jameson drinks and after that, I'll leave it to all the fookin' rookies out tonight.
Cheers, all!