sweet home tendinitis

Got a call from Trout. He’s going to be here visiting soon, probably, because a mutual friend is ill. Bad news but it will be good to see him.

I wish to entirely blame the visiting eyeteeth for the fact that John Parr’s horrible “St. Elmo’s Fire/Man in Motion” is stuck in my head. Won’t you just strap a mullet on me and shoot me.

lasagnese always wins

The night they drove old Diedrich down

The old coffee house finally shut down and we had a proper wake. Some people showed up the afternoon of the day before, and a lot more showed up last night when the doors finally closed. I didn’t get shots of everyone, but there are photos here of people I never got on camera before.

Goodbye, patio! This is the place where I made my best mistakes.

The Wake Group Shot

Goodbye Sign (closeup)

More photos in this set on flickr: http://www.flickr.com/photos/ch/sets/72157594396389485/

Attention Diedrichians: Monday is The End

(simulcast to )

Monday is the last day of the old 17th Street Diedrich. It would be great if people showed up to drive old Dixie down, or something. Perhaps in the evening until they shut it for good?

Apparently some “regulars” including Michael-guy-with-glasses are showing up on Sunday at 3. I dunno if those are going to be people I/we/you like, but I will probably stop by in case.

But I really think it would be cool if as many of us as possible buried the old ship next Monday evening.