Alrighty so here i am aka la fille de recollection.
I was on a few planes in December, and did not get an ear infection. I learned that you can say the word cunt in the UK without dirty repercussions. I realized that I can no longer buy a submarine sandwich after days of fresh baguettes in Paris. I learned that it's not the place but the people. The people make the place, and k sera sera (sp?)  I've been reminded that sometimes you have to trust in trust more than in what you feel you must. C'est what?  I don't really know, just letting me head go to my fingertips and then to the keyboard. I played with a fabulous trumpet player named Tom Arthurs in the UK, he is amazing. What else... well i'm home in Toronto, playing with some of the greatest people i could imagine, and we love each other, and we just love to play. New members include animal on conilingus (my spelling is atrocious) Pegster the puppet monster, and Madame 2 litre red.  Who could ask for anything more. Thanks for reading this rediculous moment of reminisce.