So, what did I do this weekend? I played gender specific role playing games! Specifically, David did the Man things like replace the exhaust system on his car and I did the Woman things like laundry, dishes and cooking dinner.
I ended up making fried rice with the tofu and bok choy. Not entirely exciting but not bad.
Tonight my sister is coming over and we’re slumming it with KFC! aw yeah, i know how to be dirty.
There’s not much else going on, really. I researched reliable Volvo mechanics, found one near my house. I made all the arrangements with the dog sitter for this coming weekend. I looked up flights for new orleans for thanksgiving, they’re expensive, plus all trips must factor in boarding the dogs at a kennel or getting a dog sitter.
This weekend is the GOAT FARM!!!! We are so excited! Goat Farm! Nothing says romance like surly ungulates.
Did you know Tang makes Horchata? they do! It’s in my fridge right now. It’s overly sweet but good.
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1. Big news about Lily!! Lily has made a big, foolish, impulse purchase!! Dang, girl! I think that’s the sweetest impulse purchase I’ve ever had the honour of being part of. So, weekend of the 14th, if you have nothing better to do and you would like to ride the rollercoaster at the mall or eat rack of lamb or go to Cupcake (is Cupcake the ‘it’ place for me to take out of towners? I think so) or chill with the chica, stop on by (provided you’re not batshit crazy or allergic to lamb).
2. Spent a couple days wondering if I was suffering from heat sickness and excess dust inhalation or if I was truly sick. Vote goes to sick, I think we’re at ‘cold’ not ‘flu’ which usually bodes better for me, the queen of walking pneumonia.
3. So the boy makes me a cheese/salsa/chocolate chip quesadilla thingy the other day and most people would say ‘eeeeeuw’ and I’ve got just enough problems in my head to go ‘damn! good! more!’ (apparently, stuff like this makes me caveman-like). Now I want them all the time. I’ve got problems.
4. I am the last person on the planet to see ‘The Office’. I am just now catching up on this pop-culture phenomenon. I got it off netflix and loved it, bought the series and the special. Just finished watching the special, and I know I must be pms-ing because I totally wanted to cry when Dawn came back to the party for Tim. I did not cry, but I did pet the dog. Petting the dog is a culturally accepted alternative to crying at the television. True.
5. The dogs will NOT settle down. I do not know what the deal is but my head hurts, my body hurts, my nose hurts and they won’t stop moving.
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Sometimes the nicest gift you can get is the word ‘HIPPO’ incorporated into a piece of art work. Ethan gave me a piece of art that he created, it’s a wonderful, beautiful piece. His work is so detailed, so full of tiny surprises. I get it home and start staring at it, looking for all the neat little messages, and there it is. ‘HIPPO’ on the fridge. You’ll be able to see it in November.
Thank you, Ethan.
Also, thank you for an incredible, wonderful weekend.
First off, Rita was so scared of my hurricane ass-kicking technique that the could not even be bothered to show up in Austin. Most I got were a few bands of curved clouds, the very outer edge of the hurricane. Not enough to provide any relief from the sun, just enough to remind us that it exists.
Austin is insanely hot. Upper 90’s over the weekend, 106 on Monday. It was like an oven. And so dry and dusty…I’m still coughing up mudballs.
But the shows!
Saturday:
* Death Cab for Cutie: Rocked in their seattle emo-nerd way.
* The Fiery Furnaces: Eh, not bad, but then I was passing out in the shade by the Starbucks stand. Man I never drink Frappuccinos but I totally had one then.
* Jet: Pointlessly fun. Completely forgettable but definitely a good time while you’re there.
* Bloc Party: I was not convinced, people kept telling me to see them. Ethan brought me to see them. I was then convinced. I’m sorry I had not checked them out before.
* Oasis: Okay, seriously, why the fuck are these guys even alive? I am positive there is SOMETHING in the Geneva Accords about them. I have to disagree with Ethan here, they are not even a fun-to-watch-trainwreck kind of thing. Hey, Noel, why don’t you shit another powerchord onto the stage because there obviously isn’t enough crap festering at your feet with those lyrics you write. God, I really hate Oasis. Live Forever? Fuck you, just die. (yeah, that feels better)
Sunday:
* Arcade Fire: mmmmm French Canadian pop! Fun to listen to, moderately rock-outable, chief lyric is “woooooo-ooooooo-ooooo”. I didn’t know much going in, I’m not unimpressed, I’ll probably catch more of them later.
* The Decemberists: For my money, the best goddamned show I saw. Period. I loved them anyway, then they get up there and make us squat down silently and later make us scream like we’re being eaten by a whale!! Could you love them any more? NO! GOD, I LOVE NERD-ROCK MORE AND MORE EVERY DAY.
* Franz Ferdinand: Again, great fun! We watched them through a thick thick haze of Austin dust! I will forever equate them with bbq brisket sandwiches and my 8 millionth beer. Sorry guys, I was hungry and inhaling my food at the time.
* The Black Keys: We caught about half their set. Not bad, worth checking out again. The intense heat made it hard to hang out for long. We were exhausted. This leads us to…
* Tortoise: Don’t know who they are, don’t really care. They seemed to be some sort of chill percussion thing. Don’t care. What I do care about is that I got to grab a lawn chair at ‘The Beach’ and completely pass out for a half hour. God, that was so nice. After 2 days, many hours in the intense heat and sun it was so nice to find relief after sunset. We relaxed, pulled it together, got some Ben and Jerry’s and headed over to…
* Coldplay: I’m not a fan (sorry, Lily). Ethan determined they were U2 without the politics and Radiohead without the pain. Just not a fan. We caught a few songs and I will say this, I may not care for Coldplay but at least I could rock a little to the music. I could not even do that with Oasis. I couldn’t do it with Oasis because they sucked so very very hard.
We got out of there, headed home to the AC and cool showers and relaxation.
Let’s see, good food all weekend, good company, falling in love with Simon Pegg’s hair in “Spaced”, Katamari Damacy, Sonic, lots of coffee. And let me give a shout out to the inventors of the AeroBed!
WOOOOO
Tomorrow, big news about Lily!
Why thank you
yes, i have returned. I have not had time to call anyone or return emails. This is my blanket “I’m home!”
I had a wonderful time, I saw many many great shows, drank many many beers and got to see ethan.
I’ll write more in detail later. Right now I am eating the chocolate/cheese/spicy quesadilla that Davidu-san has made for me. I missed him.
I will tell you this…when you do bad things your karma punishes you in terrible terrible ways. Not only will you miss Mike Doughty, but you will also have to endure Oasis. It’s like a one-two punch to the gut. You take this lesson and you learn from it.
Later chochos
RE: your calls and letters
Thank you for your calls and emails. Yes, I am actually going to Texas during a Hurricane. Texas is a big state full of gun wielding maniacs who drive big trucks and drink a lot of beer. That hurricane does not stand a chance.
Well, except Texas isn’t really like that and I’ll be in Austin which isn’t really Texas anyway. I will be far enough west of the storm that the most we will get is some rain.
last night David and I went out to dinner. When did they remodel Me Gusta? It used to be 2 degrees better than a dive and it was not uncommon to find a cockroach on the all. Now the place is beautiful. They’ve expanded it, turned it into a plaza with little shops around it. Of course my favorite shop is the “Frida Beauty Shop” prominently featuring Frida Kahlo. aaah irony, blow a gentle wind my way.
Okay, I need to finish packing, I need to get some coffee into this poor battered body, I need to get on my plane and go. I wil try to update as I can, but if I don’t I will see you chochobos next week.
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