Panic attack...yea, what fun.

[mapsedge]

For future reference: HSPs and corn mazes are a bad combination.

This is especially true when the corn maze is filled with patron-created false paths and many of the legitimate paths are made impassable by standing water and ankle-deep mud, to sum up: when the map you're given no longer accurately represents the maze you're in. All I wanted was OUT. I grabbed my son - who'd been screaming and crying in "I want to play in the mud" frustration for almost an hour straight - and made for the exit...or, tried, anyway. Fucking maze. By the time I found a path out - which I found only by listening for the sound of the crowd in the entrance area - anyone who'd stepped in my path would have been injured.

That took...let's see...two hours to recover from.

Comments

[thebruce.livejournal.com]

Wash your brain out with this:

I spent 6 hours this weekend with Daithi Sproule.

You play DADGAD as well as he does.

I am inspired now.

Kudos, my dear friend. Kudos.

[billthetailor.livejournal.com]

Uh...damn. Thank you. (now to go find as much Altan as I can...)

[thebruce.livejournal.com]

It's the fingerpicking of Irish songs. Ye gods, and when he sings in Irish, there's no amount of steeling in your soul, nor preparation of your mind that can keep the tears from coming.

I honestly heard your playing when I was listening to him. Was wishing you coulda been there.