Alternate Vision

After my early dinner, which consisted of spicy Italian sausage, fresh habanero salsa, sour cream, bell peppers and onions, wrapped in flour tortillas and Milo, I felt the overwhelming urge to lie in bed and subject my intellect to the literary genius that is Vonnegut. But I was to be rudely disturbed, by none other than Watson himself. "Full moon night, old chap" he says. "Where? when?" I respond. "I'm on my way, bring your drum" says he. "With pleasure" says I.
So we drummed the night away, under the brilliant spectacle of a rather huge moon, accompanied by the usual crowd- hipsters, beatniks, pagans, fire twirlers, one violinist and a handfull of talented percussionists. Its a therapeutic experience and can often lead one to a meditative state of mind I have found. Soothing, relaxing and healing.
But it didn't stop there. He wouldn't have it. So we joined the ballroom dancing club folk at the Posse for a much needed beer.