It’s not every sock that can say it was knit on during a Tuvan throat singing concert. Really it may be a fairly small percentage of socks that can add that to their resumes. But the gray ones can. And it was darn nifty. Though I must say, if you’re also a child of the 80s, you may well think Dark Crystal as soon as they start singing. It was an ever so slightly trippy flashback to my youth and childhood.
After the show we went to Sweetie Fry, the new ice cream and french fry shop that opened just down the street from us. And while not many socks get to spend time in throat singing concerts, I have a suspicion that a fair number of future socks are likely to spend some time at Sweetie Fry. Just call it a hunch.