This evening it was 70 degrees with a brisk wind out of the northeast. As Bob Midgette said at fight call: “It’s November!”
Out came long pants and sweatshirts. I found all my sweats wadded up in the back seat of my car. Nipply Indians backstage and we didn’t even break a sweat doing the show.
But y’know, I think it threw us. It was a fairly lackluster show. You would think we would have been energized but…meh.
I survived the delightful stomach bug I had last weekend. Why today I felt almost normal.
Wish you could send some of that weather east to west. This week it will never get out of the 90's!
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