Into the Hobbit Hole

Last night rather than stay stuck in my current writing and recording quagmire I stumbled into the most beautiful and quaint little hobbit-hole-like houses on the invite of my friend Zach Weiss. I swear someone had lived eleventy-eleven years there collecting stuff like Bilbo Baggins. It was so cozy and nice, there was food and beer, attractive/yet petite women - I swear I must have stumbled into some middle-earth portal. Unfortunately, I didn't stay as long as I wanted but hopefully I will make it back to that surreal place someday.