The last few months have been filled with rehearsal, rehearsal and a side of rehearsal, leading me to neglect every other social aboligation during week nights. The band has some tricks up their sleeve for this year, with lots of brass and reed mucking up the nice electronic noise we usually throw out there.
Luckily it still ends up as the normal hodge podge we produce.
On to more interesting matters.
The new throng of prometheans have moved on to Russia, Saint Petersburg to be exact. Here they met with the last of the new arrivals, Private, a WW II soldier and the 'other' promethean to grace the streets of the good city of Leningrad: Grigori. Luckily they adapted quite easily to the luxurious style he lives by. But how long until they see him for what he really is?
On the other hand, my session for the Winterweekend is coming along nicely.
The location is set, Morning Dew Summer Camp, a place where 8-10 year old kids can come the have te thime of their life. Unfortunately, a small mishap 10 years ago made sure it had to be closed down, but this summer it reopens and you are going to be a counselor there. You know the grounds, because you were there 10 years ago. And the last session of group therapy was the only thing left before you could confront your memories in person. Now if only I could find a couple of hours to actually draw the park. Then again, I assume that some of these summer camps will have an online map available.
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