Fabulous show. Big Bad Voodoo Daddy at House of Blues, Thursday night.
So much I could say here, but I'll save that for later. Met my gf Tracy out at the show. Was fab. Will write more later.
I'm dismayed that Chuy is scheduled to have his prognosticles unincorporated Friday morning. I've been told by many that he'll be more sociable de-balled, and yes, I know it's necessary, but he's such a perfect little dog that it pains me to alter him in any way. His back bow-legs just look so right with the swinging dick-taters. It's a shame to unman him so.
*le sigh*
Oh well. Needs must.
CHU MAN FU UPDATE: Dr. May just called me and said the new streamlined model Chuy has come through in flying colors and is well on the mend. Truly I worry about the meter of his gait now that he's bereft of two of his centers of gravity, but, them's the breaks, eh?
