Shawn joined the boys for Cl.thier's Yacht Club gig last night, relaying his exploits teaching college along the Mexican border, where he picks up a little extra cash from the Border Patrol by patrolling the border and reading Moby Dick to the illegal immigrants trying to enter the country, who often become so enraptured by the white whale tale that they pause for hours, allowing the Border Patrol to catch them.
While Cl.thier's summertime crowd was a little on the thin side and featured a few drunk fratty hecklers in the back, a good time was had by all, except Kip, who stayed home with a headache ("like a girl!" said Ashley, of PayLess Shoes). And the Chronicles would like to thank Cl.thier for promoting the blog during the show! (but it's too bad the crowd was too drunk to write down its name and look it up!).
In other local news, boneheaded city leaders have decided to move this year's fireworks away from downtown and out to West Larryville, supposedly for fear that a few drunken members of the increasingly large crowds may fall into the river. The city assures fireworks fans that there will be no pre-show concert (due to lack of electricity in the field) and that there will not be enough parking, but nonetheless urges everyone to come out and have a good time.
Richard says: "Fuck off. I'll just go to the Replay."