When 'how should Jono spend his Friday' came into question this morning, he had found himself with a bit of a dilemma. Should he head to his office at the school and pretend to be busy there? Go to do some paperwork over the the Groovy Tunes or scope out the Boards to see the state of the renovations, which, however minor, were in no way going to be done in time for the wedding anyway?

Oooor should he head to the beach for some kind of get-together?

A few years ago, that last one wouldn't have even been on the bloody list. But here he was, and he'd brought one of his acoustic guitars with him. Because what better way to pretend to be social, really, than to bury all of his attention into making music that people were welcome to listen to if they cared at all?

Anyway, it was something to do for the guy who wasn't going to eat or go swimming. Bonus.

Guitar in hand, Jono staked out a spot on the beach that was sort of away to the side of whatever was going on in the water or by the grills. It wasn't that he was being antisocial, necessarily. It was just that he was far less likely to get sand kicked on him if he had some distance from any potential volleyball games.

Honest.

Anyway, he was quite content to just sit there and play whatever he felt like playing and leave all of the 'beach fun' to everybody else. If that meant he was mostly playing acoustic reinterpretations of early 90s grunge... well...

Look, he'd take requests. But he wasn't going to sing.