last night was all about the moments

 to arrive at a club and have the cutest door girl ever remember me as that accordion player

the floorboards shake from the foot stomping and i dance my way through swirling skirts to a avalanched by hugs while hobo burlesque happens on stage with live accordion soundtrack and a darn good use of some cans of beans

hugging an old friend like we were holding on at the end of the world and tears come for both of us

the bartender bought me a drink

defenest8r and i have the same hot hairdresser

dancing dancing dancing dancing

handlebar moustaches, good hats and the most amazing people everywhere - viva the gypsy punk show

post show, drunk on whiskey, i help a hipster find accordion sheet music for his 70 year old mother

Up north where the magic shines

 for Rooster's birthday we jumped off the edge of the world and started driving


the fog promised us mysteries and the barns promised magic



the road tried to shake us with it's curves and hills



but we found the warm lights of our new home


the fires were burning on new years eve


and the driftwood dressed up for us in the morning


oceans and bridges and i'm standing on the edge of everything


we consider drunken tattoos


but instead hunt for sea otters and dreams


at night the ghosts get close


and good signs abound


we do have the largest remote in the world sharing the house with us


the coffee leaves a heart on the counter


the dog likes the view


bleary eyes sit up from bed to see this


our stay in the wine barrel (yes it really was a wine vat / barrel) was perfect


and then we drove home for the most amazing gypsy punk burlesque