I have another chapter in the already too long of my plumber situation. We are going to arbitration.

Sigh. The reason the plumber feels he should not have to compensate me for the second plumber is because, according to him I have vandals.

While I don’t discount the possibility of drunken mayhem, I do not think that vandals typically come equipped with pliers to loosen plumbing fixtures. In addition, I find it even less likely that said vandals would know exactly which fixture was worked on earlier that day. And finally, without generalizing too much, I doubt that a vandal would be a 26 year old female wearing a skirt with water all over her skirt due her own sloppy vandalism… but that is conjecture… it is entirely possible that she was a vandal, but suddenly felt vandal’s remorse and decided to tell me of the problem instead of letting it persist to do original intended damage.

Onto other subjects of interest. I housed my first live band the day before Thanksgiving and it felt great. A place gets a certain amount of life infused into it when the heart and soul of a band fills the space. The sound was good. People enjoyed themselves and it was right.

My once nemesis, karaoke, will be invited into Star Bar this Sunday. And while there is some trepidation, I am honestly a little excited. It is, after all, One year ago, if you asked me where I’d be, I bet I would have been wrong on every account.

We are now set to move into the holiday season. Mirth and merriment. Yule and, well, I am not entirely sure what Yule is so I don’t know what to pair it with. Does it even need to be capitalized?

Star Bar. Tis the season.