The captain and I had a lovely dinner at the Boathouse, which always makes me think of Alison and Special K and our monthly dinners. We ate way too much delicious bread, and them went to see Matt Costa at the Casbah. The first band was the threes and nines, then after about half an hour of some dude attempting to tune a guitar, Matt Costa played a set that was great except for a hot mike and some drunk dude yelling "Matt!" I don't know how musicians deal with it.
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