I'm here, I've just been in a mood lately...and thus, a bit anti-social, a bit anti-everything. Sorry Cory for being such a case these days. I know it's getting to be a drag.
As such, there are some days, some nights when I want to say to all those people who barely know me but, you know, really think they get me - screw you and think again.
Blah....The weekend was OK. It started early on Thursday night with the Hangmen/Smugglers/Knockoffs/Black Dahlias show at Old I. That was entertaining although I started to fade during the Hangmen's set. Friday night was Sleater-Kinney & Quasi at Empire. Definitely the strangest S-K set I've ever seen. For one, the venue just seemed like an odd place to see them play - maybe that's because I swear to god, at least half the crowd didn't seem to either know or care about the band - something I don't get at all. You pay how much to go see a band you couldn't care less about? Seriously, these weren't people checking out something new, these were people who seemed like they were just checking out the club at $15 a pop.
Then there's the fact that the show started really early - 7 p.m. (which felt odd on a Friday night) and when it ended, promptly at 10 p.m., we were unceremoniously booted from the club so that they could clear the place for the evening's scheduled dance event. It was: encore, lights up, get out and don't let the door hitcha on the way out. Boo on that.
Now, factor in that S-K was super-jammy and they didn't talk very much (barely at all), and well...yeah, a strange night. We capped it off w/ a post-show diner at Ink w/ Laura and Marcus so that was nice though and even though the night left me a little off-kilter I still couldn't resist buying a new band t-shirt (it's been at least three years since I bought my last one). Consumerism = makes everything better.
Saturday night we had two parties to go to, one was a going-away get-together for Mark and that one was really nice because we saw people we hadn't talked to in ages and it was relaxed and outside and we drank lemon tequila shots as the sun set and generally you just can't argue with hanging out with friends on a cool pre-summer evening while you imbibe tasty alcoholic beverages. The second party was at a loft off of Broadway and that was pretty good for a while. The almighty DJ Larry Rodriguez was spinning, the band Sacramento played, there was good food and more beverages...but then I got all square and wanted to go home at 1:30 just when things were revving up for the night. In fact, Cory took me home and then came back to pick up some friends to whom he'd promised a ride home and he said the place was even more packed at 3 a.m. So yeah, boo on me. Squaresville. Dullsville. Whatever.
Much of Sunday was just spent feeling lazy and more than a tiny bit cranky. There was basketball, there was reading, there was Sopranos (Adriana!), there was the general avoiding of anyone who was not a member of my immediate household.
Hopefully the mood will not persevere...there's a three-day weekend on the horizon....I'd rather enjoy it than spend it hiding out.
As such, there are some days, some nights when I want to say to all those people who barely know me but, you know, really think they get me - screw you and think again.
Blah....The weekend was OK. It started early on Thursday night with the Hangmen/Smugglers/Knockoffs/Black Dahlias show at Old I. That was entertaining although I started to fade during the Hangmen's set. Friday night was Sleater-Kinney & Quasi at Empire. Definitely the strangest S-K set I've ever seen. For one, the venue just seemed like an odd place to see them play - maybe that's because I swear to god, at least half the crowd didn't seem to either know or care about the band - something I don't get at all. You pay how much to go see a band you couldn't care less about? Seriously, these weren't people checking out something new, these were people who seemed like they were just checking out the club at $15 a pop.
Then there's the fact that the show started really early - 7 p.m. (which felt odd on a Friday night) and when it ended, promptly at 10 p.m., we were unceremoniously booted from the club so that they could clear the place for the evening's scheduled dance event. It was: encore, lights up, get out and don't let the door hitcha on the way out. Boo on that.
Now, factor in that S-K was super-jammy and they didn't talk very much (barely at all), and well...yeah, a strange night. We capped it off w/ a post-show diner at Ink w/ Laura and Marcus so that was nice though and even though the night left me a little off-kilter I still couldn't resist buying a new band t-shirt (it's been at least three years since I bought my last one). Consumerism = makes everything better.
Saturday night we had two parties to go to, one was a going-away get-together for Mark and that one was really nice because we saw people we hadn't talked to in ages and it was relaxed and outside and we drank lemon tequila shots as the sun set and generally you just can't argue with hanging out with friends on a cool pre-summer evening while you imbibe tasty alcoholic beverages. The second party was at a loft off of Broadway and that was pretty good for a while. The almighty DJ Larry Rodriguez was spinning, the band Sacramento played, there was good food and more beverages...but then I got all square and wanted to go home at 1:30 just when things were revving up for the night. In fact, Cory took me home and then came back to pick up some friends to whom he'd promised a ride home and he said the place was even more packed at 3 a.m. So yeah, boo on me. Squaresville. Dullsville. Whatever.
Much of Sunday was just spent feeling lazy and more than a tiny bit cranky. There was basketball, there was reading, there was Sopranos (Adriana!), there was the general avoiding of anyone who was not a member of my immediate household.
Hopefully the mood will not persevere...there's a three-day weekend on the horizon....I'd rather enjoy it than spend it hiding out.
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