Friday, March 30, 2007

Continuing Music Education

In the wake of my newly discovered post-mortem fandom of the Dismemberment Plan, I figured, why don't I find out who this Ted Leo character is? My friends gush about him, but I've never bothered to listen to any of his stuff, mostly because I thought I'd always heard him described as kinda folksy, but I think I might be making that up now, cause there was very little folk last night. Last night Paul's boss was trying to get rid of two tickets because he couldn't go, which I tried to help him give away (Paul's never heard of him anyway), but no one grabbed them. Despite my lingering Wednesday night hangover, the week-long lack of proper sleep, and the killer workday I just had, I decided to go. Hey, the tickets were free and hauling my ass the whole three blocks to the 930 isn't so difficult. First I went home and popped in An Inconvenient Truth, which arrived by Netflix the other day, and promptly fell asleep (sorry Al). I haven't finished it yet, but maybe "An Inconvenient Truth" s/b "The Long, Sad Story of Al Gore's Career"? Not that I dislike it, it just seems more like a biography than a documentary on global warming.

I woke up slightly refreshed and met Paul just before 10pm, and Ted was already rocking out. In skinny pants, white tennis shoes and black socks, which was just embarrassing for everyone involved. After a few songs I turned to Paul and said, "Hey, this is pretty good." Paul said, "Yeah, I like this guy, he's got some great old school equipment," in response to which the boy in front of us turned around with the glassy-eyed look of an excited Pavlovian dog, and proceeded to rattle on about Ted's sweet equipment for a good, long...well, I stopped listening, but it was awhile.

That was the strangest thing about the concert - the weird ass fan base. Paul and I went up to the very top bar, only to find ourselves squeezed between half the Sunny Graves Retirement Community who must have chartered a bus and gotten lost on the way to the Kennedy Center, and, for example, the guy in front of us with the O'Neill t-shirt, pumping his fist and the occasional devil horn repeatedly to Ted, and downing Miller Lite's like they were going out of style ( know what I mean), and his girlfriend who was freaking me out because she looked exactly like Catherine but was wearing mom jeans and an ill-fitting top from Express' "day to night" collection. Just to make the scene more complicated, after the encore Paul and I hung out at the bar for a few minutes while he finished his beer and suddenly ran into half the people we knew as they exited past us. An Exposed photographer, an old law school friend, it was like we were manning Teddy's receiving line.

Oh, and I got another "You look like someone I know," from Joel's friend. She got really close to me and said, "You look so familiar. Who's your dentist?"

Oh my god! This is why people think they recognize me? Because of my dental work?? This is a terrible, terrible discovery. Ah, but then, "I'm a dental hygienist, so I thought maybe you came to my office." WHEW. Please, the last thing I need is people staring at my teeth, ferchrissake. Anyway, she couldn't place me, probably because she was thinking of someone else, and I said something ass-y like, "Oh you know, I'm around a lot," like I'm just such a scenster that obviously she'd seen me around somewhere at sometime, ha. I am always a class act.

So Ted didn't quite bring it home, I have to say. I enjoyed it at first, and might have to listen to him a bit more, because there were some tunes I liked, but sometimes he'd fall into this awful reggae inspired crap, and he seems to be firmly in the Police camp of "if you repeat it a thousand times, it must be good music," which I vehemently do not subscribe to.

But hey, it was totally great for a free concert on an otherwise Netflix-y Thursday evening.

Monday, March 26, 2007

Dry run

I was feeling quite a bit claustrophobic in my office today, and one benefit about being hired on is that I can now take work home. So I gathered my papers and high-tailed it out of there at 5:30, hoping to enjoy a leisurely walk home in the sun. Halfway there, David sent me a text, saying the weather was too nice to waste: true, I answered, beers in my backyard? Yes. I got Jason to bring some dogs over, though unfortunately the rest of our group was either in Miami on long weekend, at work, or at the Decemberists concert, so the three of us quite enjoyed our beers on the deck on our own. I made some mental notes: need light, speakers, and probably another set of chairs. The condo building next door is a huge terrible problem, but there's nothing we can do. I do hope my poor little garden will survive the blotting out of the sun, but we'll see.

Anyway, David grilled some dogs, and we actually realized, unrelatedly, that for the first time, our whole crew was single. Usually about 1/3 of us have been heavily into long-term relationships, but those have all recently ended for one reason or another, and we're suddenly all talking about dating all the time, or why we don't want to date, or some version thereof. So, it's a little interesting; of course, the three of us have been single for quite awhile. Eh, I don't know, I have a variety of interesting, and not so interesting dates coming up, but clearly I need more girl friends so the situation doesn't devolve into "sex is like pizza: even when it's BAD it's good" converation. Cause, like, I can only talk about Playboy covers so long, you know? Also: basketball. I played basketball for most of my life, and I loved it, but I don't want to sit around and talk about it. Hmm...wait, didn't I bring work home? Crap. I guess I better wake up early tomorrow. And prepare for the next barbeque. Mmmmmm.

Sunday, March 25, 2007

Garden Go!

Sylvie, Donna and I took a zipcar truck to good ol' Home Depot this afternoon. You'd think that after all the hard work (and money) I put into last year's garden, nearly losing my fingers and spending days so sore from squatting I could barely move, that I'd be upset at having left it behind only to start from scratch this season. Not really. It was certainly the journey and not the satisfaction at having completed such a big project that was the fun of it all. In fact, I really started to neglect the poor bastard towards late July, when there was nothing to do but water it and occasionally trim the monster tomato plants.

The only unfortunate part about leaving the garden is that my new place doesn't really have a plot I can use. We have grass in the front yard, though there is a strip on the border where I'm going to put some flowers and try to cultivate a morning glory vine onto the fence. There's also another small strip where I'm going to attempt the massive gamble of blueberry bushes (which I bought today).

In the back there's zippo, so I have a major challenge this year: container gardens. I bought a couple of plain-looking long boxes, but have decided to get myself a collection of colorful, kitschy pots to grow herbs and various flowers in. There was some TJ Maxx-ish store next to HD where I picked up some pretty ceramic plates, large brightly colored mixing bowls and some other random stuff, like a cool metal jug, that I'm going to use as planters. I picked up a variety of bulbs, seeds, a couple of herb starters - though apparently we went too early in the season, so HD was pretty bare still. That's fine, I got plenty of dirt, so I can get my pots all started and work with the seeds, then go back in a month and pick up the rest of my plants (must have jalapeno plant). I was hoping to get started tonight, but man, I'm totally beat. I'm crossing my fingers for a slow week so I can come home and get those herb starters planted before they wither.

On another note, is anyone else having trouble with sitemeter? It's not picking up my visitors today, though people are telling me they've been to the site. Also, someone seems to be google bombing me through a "corset" search, which, if that's really what's happening, would be kind of awesome.

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