Submitted by megan on Thu, 01/21/2010 - 10:02
Goddamn. I wrote a very amusing blog post about how J. and I were knitting at the Manx on Monday night, her a Parisienne-esque scarf, me a snake for my nephew, right under Dave Tough's elbow as he played and sang his sweet songs.
And how we both fucked up our knitting, me because I was looking around too much and dropped a stitch, her because my knitting drama was too distracting for the moss stitch. How she joked that Rock And Roll Is No Good For Knitting, and that tickled me very much.
It was funny, goddammit. And touching. And I got to use the phrase "snake inches," as in Because I only had 28 stitches instead of 29, I had to tear out 3 snake inches.
And seeing as how "snake inches" is currently my favourite thing to say, this disappearance is highly disappointing, I'll tell you what.