40 hours until Toad the Wet Sprocket.
It’s been eight years. I’m nervous. Toad is wrapped around some of my fondest, and some of my most bittersweet, memories. Of her.
I hope it’s as good as the last time.
I hope.
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Didn’t you go with us in 2003 at The Rave? Alice Peacock opened for them.