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Walking in the Rain
I woke up in the mood for a good walk today, so after my shower and a quick breakfast, I went downstairs and struck out across the neighborhood.

First stop (a block away) was Good Records, founded by the members of Tripping Daisy (and functioning as both a record shop and a record label, apparently). Smaller than I expected, the store was smaller in the right ways, it turns out. I found 2 of the three CDs I was after (at $12.99 and $14.99, at that — I didn't know CD prices were still that low anywhere), so apparently none of the good stuff is missing, and I'll definitely be back — the fact that the shop is less than a block away is a factor in that as well, I'd say.

After taking the CDs back home (less to carry that way), I spent about an hour and a half wandering around Deep Ellum, enjoying the sprinkle of intermittent rain, and doing the standard daytime Deep Ellum stuff (hitting the vintage furniture shops, grabbing a bite to eat at one of the cafes, a couple of gift shops, etc).

There's kind of a lack of any good concerts around here until next month, though I'm realizing I either need to meet some people here in the building or convince some friends to meet me down here, as the prospect of walking to a concert alone doesn't seem quite so spontaneous and cool as it used to (no one to talk to while waiting for stage time, if nothing else).

That doesn't mean that I've lost any fascination with the idea of walking to a concert, though — no searching for parking, no paying $6 for that parking once I finally find it, getting home only a few minutes after the concert is over — not to mention being able to see a lot more diverse music than I would have otherwise, since so little planning is necessary. We'll see how it goes.