Hamburger, again.

Three gigs in one day, but we can't get to even the first one, where we're supposed to be, any minute now, because we can't figure out how to get off this boat and the owners are sleeping and we don't want to be rude because they're really nice and letting us stay on their boat and all but, um, how do we get off the boat we can't get off the boat without swimming or jumping really far and accurately.

And then a record shop gig, (nice, the one that posted that youtube movie), and then a cafe gig (super nice, they gave me a wind-up dinosaur), and then a bar gig (nice-ish. They asked the foosball players to stop playing foosball during the gig) and then, thank goodness, no more singing for a bit, just some sleeping back at the cafe, a makeshift cafe-couch bed is good enough for me.