Hey, Bobby.
“You watching Splosh?”
Phish.
“Yeah, them. They’re, uh, like the Dead without the dead people.”
Kinda. You excited for your New Year’s Eve show?
“Oh, sure. Been drinking champagne all day. Well, not champagne. Pinot blanc mixed with lime Claws.”
That sounds disgusting.
“The first six or seven don’t taste so good, no.”
It should be cool to have everyone dressed up like it was the 1920’s.
“1920’s? No. 1620’s.”
What now?
“Everyone’s getting the plague. Bill Walton’s gonna infect everyone. We even got him one of those scary bird masks. Tough to find in his size.”
Sounds fun.
“Fitting end to the year.”
You’re not wrong.
Plaguey Walton. Works well in any of the 20s
Codpiece.
Watched a few minutes of the Dead & Company show. I just don’t see or hear anything to dig in this.
Fitting for our new gilded age and for a nye show in brand new named for a bank arena. Sounds fun.