Denny's at 2:49 AM

CDA, ID: Friendly, beautiful, freeing.

Me: tired but no sleep

My name is Ann and I'm transcribing this, but when I say me I mean Dave since he is the one telling me the words I'm writing (because he’s driving! ❤️ Hi everyone!)

What's up, Substack? It's Dave and Ann at Denny’s in the middle of the goddamn night. That's nothing to be proud of anymore I'm too old for this shit. Like if it was Rickey and we just went to a show the previous day and then just spent the last five hours touching base with everybody, then yeah that would make sense because I’d be in my early 20s.

Me here—but Ann this time. I might have a young brain that just finished developing (lmao) but believe it or not I don't stay out this late. I've never stayed out this late. Dave just laughed when he found out that was true. Yes, Dave, that's right—ther’s a kind if person who never went to Denny’s past 2 am.

Dave: Wow.

Gonna have to think about that.

Anyway, if you're a Substack patron you'll have access to something on the other side of this paywall in 24 hours. It'll be real special. You’ll get to meet some of the organic wavelength, and I'll get everybody looped in on what's going on and why we’re up so late. Last time I did a post like this I was in Boise, and it was only a couple months ago. I don't expect this to be a habit in the long run, and it's not normal for me—except…well, um; oh god, uhhhhhh just come to the thing. If you're a proper TU member then you can check the sheet and access the zoom link from your profile. Or if you're just an amazing patron here, we’ll see you on the

We're other side of this paywall.

3:19. US 95. Headed back. Don't worry everyone, I'll get him to bed safe and sound. We'll be sleeping like babies af

ter tonight.