… but you can bet your ass I was born with a voyeuristic videotaping gene. Here are the Saturday-night shenanigans at Raffe’s Beer Garden you may have missed. A little Prince rump-shakin’ for your pleasure from Lindsey Turner on Vimeo.
Because the weekend was kind of a blur of zombies (both the undead and the liquid kind), rock ‘n’ roll, tequila shots, birthday dinners, friends visiting, superhero masks, talk of “squishing,” talk of cats, talk of sand fleas, talk of dolphins counting in English, talk of feminine drag, and me saying stupid shit and rolling around on my floor, and other people rolling around on my floor but saying much less stupid shit than I…
Oh happy day, I actually had a really good weekend. I know that this in no way has any bearing on how the remainder of my week will play out, nor does it indicate that the Universe is going to take it easy on me or anyone else for a while (the Universe don’t roll like that, y’all), but I still would like to recount the ways the past few days have not pissed me…
Photo by IndieRockLance Regina Spektor is brilliant and funny and she made me cry. But that could have been the wine. The show was really great. Packed house, despite this being her third attempt to play the Ryman this tour (both previous shows were canceled due to her inner-ear infection). The crowd loved her. She was wearing this ridiculous silver ruffled dress that made me think of a clogger. Everyone but me (but I?) had…
Y’all, check out my man Fritz, burning up the interwebs with his dating advice from circus performers. Effing awesome and hilarious and at least one of those questions floating out there was plucked more or less from my own life (I’ll let you guess which one). I would also dote on another friend of mine who recently — by permission of an unusually amiable and serendipity-friendly Universe — got [some musician we adore] and her…
I just talked to Tamara for four hours on the phone. Holy crap, I think I’ve set a post-high-school record. Aaaaah, I miss her.
[for Sunday, Dec. 23 The thing is, I was there and I was fully coherent and taking photographs. And yet I still have no idea. Which is kind of awesome, I guess. As was Courtney’s cheese log and Shane’s cranberry punch. Mmmmm. I want some now. Project 365
[for Saturday, Dec. 22] Courtesy of Rebecca, a yummy Sangiovese and a Viognier I’m looking forward to sipping on tomorrow during Christmas/birthday dinner. Project 365
[for Wednesday, Nov. 14] Well, I suppose it was bound to happen at some point: My first canceled concert. Too bad it came as a result of my beloved Regina Spektor collapsing during sound check. The representative who broke the news to the audience said that she wanted to perform, but the doctors wouldn’t let her. So we were sent on our merry way. The whole night wasn’t a bust, of course, since I got…
FearlessVK and I met up today at the Brooks to check out the Pissarro exhibit, which we made our way through diligently and dutifully, paying homage and respect to the father of Impressionism and his dappled landscapes. Fearless isn’t the biggest fan of Impressionism, largely because of the ubiquity of its style throughout bland hotel rooms and flowery foyers all over the world. I’m a little more warm toward the style — even if I’m…
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