Last night, I am sitting outside on the balcony which Whit has made all nice by adding a chair and a table--it’s actually a really nice place to read and is much more comfortable than being inside the apartment--and I am reading, things are good.

 

Then suddenly I hear some cheering and then this dude going off on a electric guitar--like, crazy going off.  At first I am like, “Who the hell is this dude with his guitar and...why is he actually sounding good?”  I continue reading, and then hear some other instruments join in.  I guess the gallery across the alleyway has been having a fairly prolonged opening, with some parties and, apparently, small rock concerts.  

 

Anyway, it’s loud.  Basically it sounds like the guy is playing from my bedroom, and I go back inside and continue reading, even though I had to admit to myself that if I were in the mood for earsplitting/raging/artistic/manic guitar solos, I would get dressed and go check it out.  But I am not.  I had to get bed kinda early (which is hard for me since I can’t sleep in the heat anyway) because I have to get up crazy early to get ready for my 9am presentation.   But I must admit, I was curious as to who the hell was rocking so hard, and then I hear these two dudes talking to someone else, one of whom explains, “I just saw Eddie Van Halen playing guitar!”  

 

Which explained  a lot. Very much an “only in...” moment.  Of course it was Eddie Van Halen.  Who the hell else would it be?

 

So, that was kinda funny.

 

Tonight we head down to visit the parents and then, tomorrow morning, to Comic-Con.  I will take many pictures and maybe even some video.