The family split off tonight to go to their own separate things. Steve went to the Mad Decent Block Party at Merriweather post. Della and I went to see Urban Funk at Grist Mill Park. Here we are at our lady show.

We saw a poodle and a kid with a tricycle and an ice cream truck. Della took all the cards out of my wallet and spilled a bottle of water on both of us. She carried a bottle cap around and pretended to take small sips out of it.

This is basically what the audience looked like:

Steve’s thing had a different vibe.

He says, “I am an old, old man.”