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It was an active weekend. Kissed a zombie. Dancing and drinking as usual, more musical variety than normal, and a little aromatherapy thrown in. The Real Davis refers to the Real Kramer, not the Real Slim Shady. I heard praises sung to Smiley Lewis.

I didn't get fooled much, a tiny cherry blossom trick.

I missed the Cesar Chavez Day gathering at St. Francis. I'm tempted to let a friend convince me that supporting musicians is a worthwhile contribution to society.