I've blogged about the Ponys before. In fact, I've blogged about their New Year's Eve show last month too, which is ironic since I couldn't even make it to that show. I had the tickets and was ready to go, but the arrival of 2005 found me in Glen Ellyn, so what are ya gonna do?

One person who was there, though, was Dan (the Fan). Everyone calls him Dan the Fan, I presume, because he's at just about every band's show. Some nights he's even at two or three. At the same time. How does he do it? I've made some plans to tag along with him on one of these time travelling adventures and I'll be sure to let you know, unless he makes me sign a non-disclosure agreement.

But I digress. (Me? Never.) Anyway, I vaguely remember Dan telling me about the merry-go-round pony he, um, "donated to" (read: chained to the bike rack in front of) the Empty Bottle that night. I made the solemn vow to take the three-block pilgrimage to see this object for myself, and promptly forgot about it. Well, today I just happen to be walking down Western Avenue, and what do I see?





(Say it with me in a "Cameron-from-Ferris-Beuller" voice:) Dan the Fan, you're my hero.

See all the pictures I took.

listening to: My "Four More Years" playlist. (The Clash, the Sex Pistols, the Replacements, Bob Marley. Yeah, it has a Ponys song on it too.)
in my sink: pawprints.