The family is fine this morning. They've got the generator going, and almost all the shutters down. Mom asks, "Before I finish taking these things down, will you look at the weather to make sure more storms aren't coming this way?" The coast is clear for now. They're putting their sweatbands on despite the cool air (it's an unusual 57degrees today) to pick up debris. Fan blades and roof shingles and tiny branches are strewn across the yard. Again. Mom reports that this one was worse than Frances. Mom reports a red port o' potty washed up in the backyard, too. "I've never seen a red one before!"
Back to our regularly scheduled program:
There was a famous room in Boston (well, Revere) called the Wonderland Ballroom, but it closed down a while back. I took ballroom dance lessons when I lived up there and my teacher was always organizing outings to the Wonderland. "You have to go to this historic venue before it closes. We'll be the only ones under 60" he would tell us with delight. I never went. But now I can wash my regret away, because we have a Wonderland Ballroom right here in DC, and so far it's hipper than the Revere version. Tonight, meet me there to see Astronautics. These guys are so secret they don't have a website. And Wonderland hasn't put them on their calendar. This is one of those DJ's who can reverse the buzz machine's direction and back it up. He guy showed up to the FMC Conference wearing a weird helmet. That he never took off. He handed out CD's and they're unique and GOOD. He's thinking outside the box. He starts upstairs at 9pm.