- Oct 12, 2005
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On Monday at the local St Pat's day parade I fell into conversation with a really good bagpiper who was funny, dressed in full gear, and very very drunk. Nice guy.
This morning at 6:30 I stumbled out of my apartment building door to grab coffee across the street, and stumbling out of his apartment building next door to catch the 6:42 train was the same bagpiper guy. I barely recognized him in business clothes but yeah, the same guy.
Now I want to know where he practices his bagpipes because I've never heard a peep (well, a bagpipe squeak-whine) from his place, which is very close to mine.
He's a really really good bagpiper, he has to practice sometimes.
This morning at 6:30 I stumbled out of my apartment building door to grab coffee across the street, and stumbling out of his apartment building next door to catch the 6:42 train was the same bagpiper guy. I barely recognized him in business clothes but yeah, the same guy.
Now I want to know where he practices his bagpipes because I've never heard a peep (well, a bagpipe squeak-whine) from his place, which is very close to mine.
He's a really really good bagpiper, he has to practice sometimes.