The wedding album is up, which means that I can take a deep breath and get right to work on the album for the improv festival. “What improv festival?” you ask. Holy. You have been living under a rock, haven’t you. A big one. One that’s mean and doesn’t let you invite any friends over. Or let you have any friends. Or talk to you much at all, really. But what did you expect? It’s a rock.
Where was I? Oh yeah. Working on the album…. Happy Friday!
Love that pic.