Magic markers.

If you were at the Iron Horse last night you witnessed many things that people who weren't at the Iron Horse will never get to see. I mean, how many times in your life will you see an awesome band sing awesome songs about awesome books, rocking the house in an awesome way that only two awesome brothers could do (awesomely)? Never. Sorry you missed it. It was like seeing Beck at the Horse, only without all that mopey crap. Actually, it was like seeing Beck with crossed eyes, since there were two of him.

But I digress. If you were at the Big Rock Show you may have heard Henning talking about the squirrel (s) I almost squished on the way to the club, as I scrambled to find parking nearby in the rain (impossible - except I did, right in front, thank you very much, oh Parking Goddess). I didn't hit them, though, which made me feel good. Actually, I'm not sure if the squirrel was an it or a them. Maybe it was a two-headed frankensquirrel. Thing is, I couldn't see the heads. This is very disconcerting, to see an animal that you know has eyes, nose and whiskers, but whose head has disappeared inside itself. I slowed my car to a crawl, then to a stop, as I waited for the Thing to waddle and lurch drunkenly across the road.

Waddle waddle lurch waddle - stop and ponder the headlights - waddle lurch waddle - hmm my reflection looks great in this puddle! - waddle lurch waddle - almost to the curb - waddle waddle - I wonder if I put my head up my butt? - lurch lurch lurch waddle.

And then it was gone into the night. The Thing was headed in the direction of the Iron Horse and I thought about the Harrys. Maybe the duo weren't putting on an act. Maybe they were really Hogwartian and one of them had been creating mischief on the way to the show. Maybe somewhere on the Mass Pike there are a dozen purple cows with iguanas for utters.