The First Day of Spring

The first day of Spring. The weather was just beautiful. Exquisite sunshine, balmy temperatures, a sky full of promise and hope. And how did I spend this perfect day?

Napping.

I am such an old man.

But I'm an old man who went to see pirate punk band Sforzando at the Espy the night before, then went out clubbing, got home in the small hours of the morning, and was up before 9am to do two hours of karate class.

I am old. But I am hardcore.

Sforzando were fantastic. It's been far too long since I've seen them play. The crowd loved them. They played up a storm. Just fantastic. Though I must admit - as energetic as the band were, and as talented, and as fun, the best bit of their show was still watching all the cute punk girls dance.

(Their myspace says that they're playing again the night of andricongirl 's birthday. Excellent. I have a cunning plan.)

After that, I caught the tram to Nemesis. Which was quiet, but there were still magnificent people to talk to: ms_kismet  and spark_au  and silverblue  and neefsck .

Taxi home, talking to the driver about bungee jumping.

Then bed, and up ridiculously early for a Saturday to do karate. I think I'm much more enthusiastic about intense physical exercise when I'm feeling seedy from the night before. Maybe my body just thinks "well... can't get any worse."

Afterwards, we went and sat in the local beer garden and soaked up the sunshine. Which is why I now have a face like a stop sign.

God bless my Dutch complexion, and how easily it burns.