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sabineWow. I'm tired, but in that good sort of way that says, "Self, you've had too much fun. Go the hell back to bed."
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downwood took me to the Chicago Symphony Orchestra. It was really, really pretty music. The seats were stellar! My favorite piece was the violin concerto: the soloist was awfully entertaining to watch. The lad was into it. It was quite a bit of fun to gird myself in social armor and warpaint (dress clothes and makeup). Quite a change from my normal T-shirt, jeans, and baseball cap.
Last night, we ventured to a bar that was about as far from the atmosphere of the Symphony Center as you can get. It was dark and smoky, which probably made the decor look much more...respectable. *grin* The first band was just kinda okay. The second group to play, the Katie Todd Band, was a lot of fun to listen to. I'll probably be trying to catch their show at the Terrace on the 29th for Happy Hour.
The highlight of the night was The Nadas' performance. While not as high-energy as their State Fair sets, they did a damn fine job. Slowly but surely, I am converting those I know to join me in my fandom of the Nadas. While listening to their CDs can be a little convincing, the live shows are what has brought people over to the Rock Side (get it? heheheh...god, I'm a nerd). I was disappointed when, during the encore, they skipped one of the verses in my favorite song. Damn them. But, at least I got to hear most of it. But still...
So far today's been a lazy sort of day, and I don't really see that changing. I managed to burn the side of my face while cooking breakfast. Damn explosive bacon. Maybe next time, I'll dig out a face shield or safety goggles or something. Hm, I could see that not inspiring much confidence in my cooking skills. It'd be sort of like the time Praetorian walked into the kitchen and looked at the marinade that I was putting together.
Him: *reaching toward the food processor* This smells interesting...what's in it?
Me: Don't touch it.
Him: Why?
Me: *thinking about the habaneros, ginger, lime juice, and garlic* 'Cause if you get it on you, your skin probably won't like it.
Him: *startled* Um...aren't you making this to put on things for us to eat??
Me: Yeah.
Him: But, you just said...never mind. I'm gonna go order a pizza.
Me: *bewildered* What the...??
On Friday night
downwood took me to the Chicago Symphony Orchestra. It was really, really pretty music. The seats were stellar! My favorite piece was the violin concerto: the soloist was awfully entertaining to watch. The lad was into it. It was quite a bit of fun to gird myself in social armor and warpaint (dress clothes and makeup). Quite a change from my normal T-shirt, jeans, and baseball cap.Last night, we ventured to a bar that was about as far from the atmosphere of the Symphony Center as you can get. It was dark and smoky, which probably made the decor look much more...respectable. *grin* The first band was just kinda okay. The second group to play, the Katie Todd Band, was a lot of fun to listen to. I'll probably be trying to catch their show at the Terrace on the 29th for Happy Hour.
The highlight of the night was The Nadas' performance. While not as high-energy as their State Fair sets, they did a damn fine job. Slowly but surely, I am converting those I know to join me in my fandom of the Nadas. While listening to their CDs can be a little convincing, the live shows are what has brought people over to the Rock Side (get it? heheheh...god, I'm a nerd). I was disappointed when, during the encore, they skipped one of the verses in my favorite song. Damn them. But, at least I got to hear most of it. But still...
So far today's been a lazy sort of day, and I don't really see that changing. I managed to burn the side of my face while cooking breakfast. Damn explosive bacon. Maybe next time, I'll dig out a face shield or safety goggles or something. Hm, I could see that not inspiring much confidence in my cooking skills. It'd be sort of like the time Praetorian walked into the kitchen and looked at the marinade that I was putting together.
Him: *reaching toward the food processor* This smells interesting...what's in it?
Me: Don't touch it.
Him: Why?
Me: *thinking about the habaneros, ginger, lime juice, and garlic* 'Cause if you get it on you, your skin probably won't like it.
Him: *startled* Um...aren't you making this to put on things for us to eat??
Me: Yeah.
Him: But, you just said...never mind. I'm gonna go order a pizza.
Me: *bewildered* What the...??
