The weekend was a wash. The End Times never made it to our show in Ellensburg, as the snow fell and clogged the pass and I discovered that Scions were not meant to be driven in deep winter conditions -- they're meant for hauling loads of throw pillows, driving little old ladies to bingo games and delivering metrosexuals to martini bars. It was a tremendous blow to have to turn around after an hour of driving and go home, although to keep on moving forward would have meant death, or at least inconvenience, and I was in no mood to deal with either prospect. It would hardly have been a stellar performance anyhow, for physical afflictions, inexact text messages and a deadly combo of pride and passive aggression had us all snarling. But even a poorly-played gig beats no gig at all, so my disappointment stands.

Thanks to Matt and Jillian for inviting us. We did our best.