A contest

Slow day, but the most memorable among the last few.

I was working today, in a run-down section of Boston, and I wound up having to kill an hour, waiting for a guy to let me in to his pad, so I could pick up an air sampler I had left there overnight. I'm a chemist.

He was sleeping in, and all the banging I could muster wouldn't wake him up, because they were stripping the roof off of a nearby building. The three of us took shelter in the entrance shed to the studio. It was cold in boston today, and windy, and bits of roof kept flying by.

Anyhow, got to talking with these two guys, smoking a few cigarettes. They were waiting to be let into the sleeping mans recording studio. All of us had phones. None of us had his number. They talked music, I nodded, I talked chemistry, they nodded. We talked about California, Hawaii, Mexico, British Colombia, and Amsterdam. All great places. I claimed the "I am at work" exemption from some other ways to pass the time. Chatted for, maybe an hour. drank coffee.

As an afterthought, I asked, oh, are you guys in a band I'd have a chance of knowing?


For the record, it wasn't the two in the middle.

[UPDATE: The contest is name that band]