My mind? Not for rent.

So, mr_weasel and I went down to the amphitheater to see Rush perform the last show on their North American leg.

It was enjoyable, of course. We were on The Lawn, which kinda sucked. We were, thankfully, at the front of the lawn, because we got there early, snuck in the side door, and ran to the front of the lawn.

No, seriously, I think we broke at least five laws just getting to the show. Six, if it's still illegal to feed a horse cabbages in Toronto on Sundays.

Interesting venue, and the show was good. And loud. They did a fair mix of old and new. 2112 was done, without the boring bits in between (thank God).

Me & mr_weasel played "wazzat" a couple times ("that's the openning to 2112". "It's Subdivisions." "Those are dryers. No, I don't know what they're doing up there either.")

I splurged on a t-shirt and program book. What the hey, eh? They need to pay the rent on their giant mansions and BMW motorcycles.

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Feh.

I was planning on telling the tale of the puppy patrol, but fires come up and they have to be put out.

I thought I was feeling crappy this morning.