....there was Honk Fest West last night in Georgetown, where the universe was all a'clang with trombones, tubas, trumpets, drums. Felt soul-scoured when I left, swept clean of troubles and concerns.
|Bunny ears galore.|
|I wanted to listen in to this conversation.|
|An intimate moment of sorts, with brass barrier.|
|I was fascinated by Miss Sparkle Head's mournful expression.|
|A girdle of drums.|