Alright, I’m sitting outside the el Rey. It’s about 1 pm and I’d guess about 40-50 people are here. It’s BEAUTIFUL out; warm and sunny. I might get a sunburn waiting, but it’s hard to care when it feels so nice.
Some lovely people brought chalk and wrote various lyrics on the sidewalk by the line. More soco lyrics than I would have expected, but here we are. The atmosphere is calm and genial, or maybe that’s just me; I had butterflies all morning but the sun has lulled me into a benevolent, blissful stupor. I think I’ll mellow the fuck out and give my nerves a rest before they inevitably start to fray at the seams.