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April 6, 2002
"Who do you dream about, Baby? Who do you dream about? Say me."

Now that was a Saturday night. My day was lazy, until five anyway. After five, the evening turned into a staccato paced race around the city. Starting with supper with family at a popular Italian restaurant. Dinner was hectic, noisy, lively. Then quickly whisked off to rendezvous with Colin and Tristan to get to the Big Sugar concert. And what a concert. It was incredible. Gordy shred his guitar as expected. An awesome show was delivered, with subsequent encore. Laidback crowd. Party afterwards. Fun had by all.