The Weekend
Well, last weekend I left late for the Bay Area on Saturday morning, because I just had to get my eyebrows done first. I had tried to do it on Friday, but there were no appointments left, and I really was quite desperate. ("Ah vanity, speak thou a little softer, my sweet, lest you betray your presence...")
So anyway, I didn't get on the road til 10, but that was ok. I figured I would get to In-N-Out at Kettleman City (Junction 41) just in time for lunch. And I would have, if I hadn't been in some other world and entirely missed the exit; in fact, I didn't even know I missed it until I realized from the unmistakable, all-too-pervasive scent of cow manure that I was close to Harris Ranch, which meant I was no longer close to In-N-Out. I was very disappointed. I ended up settling for Subway at Santa Nella about an hour later, but it really wasn't the same at all. When your mouth is watering and your stomach is longing for a double-double with cheese, you aren't exactly thrilled by sweet onion chicken teriyaki.
And just so you know, it's really hard to eat while driving a stick-shift.
I also slaughtered something like 3.2 million butterflies during one stretch of road, and it was very upsetting. I don't know why they were all suddenly there, but there they were, and there was nothing I could do to avoid hitting them. I was depressed after that for a little while.
But eventually I made it to the Bay Area, had dinner in Berkeley, and then got to see my friends Yardley put on a show on the top floor of a building that looked more like an abandoned house than an Epic Arts Studio. From the street, we saw a red light coming out of a window, and that's where the music was coming from. On the corner was a heavily graffitied liquor store, and across the street was a park (lit by the glaring lights of the nearby Ashby BART station), where men were gathering suspiciously. I grant that perhaps they were not, in fact, dealing drugs or anything illegal; perhaps they were members of a night-time knitting club. Anything's possible, but having been held up and robbed in Berkeley once before, I confess to leaning more toward being suspicious than trustful. Besides, how many men really knit? I ask you.
But the show was great. If you didn't go, you missed out. Yardley in particular rocked, and I'm not just saying that because they are my friends. They were my favorite in a very strong, talented lineup, featuring Dawn Thomas, Amber Rubarth, and others. Great sets, all acoustic, and for only $5. Not a bad deal at all.
Speaking of music, I'm really glad that God gave music to us as a gift, because if he hadn't, I'd just have to invent it because I like it so much, but I'm not very good at inventing things, so I'd probably have to delegate it to someone else, only I'm even worse at delegating than I am at inventing, so what I'm really trying to say here is that the human race would be out of luck. And yes, I think I know I've made absolutely no sense whatsoever, but that's the sort of thing I write after spending nearly the entire day yesterday alone in my car with nothing but an iPod to keep me company.
So anyway, I didn't get on the road til 10, but that was ok. I figured I would get to In-N-Out at Kettleman City (Junction 41) just in time for lunch. And I would have, if I hadn't been in some other world and entirely missed the exit; in fact, I didn't even know I missed it until I realized from the unmistakable, all-too-pervasive scent of cow manure that I was close to Harris Ranch, which meant I was no longer close to In-N-Out. I was very disappointed. I ended up settling for Subway at Santa Nella about an hour later, but it really wasn't the same at all. When your mouth is watering and your stomach is longing for a double-double with cheese, you aren't exactly thrilled by sweet onion chicken teriyaki.
And just so you know, it's really hard to eat while driving a stick-shift.
I also slaughtered something like 3.2 million butterflies during one stretch of road, and it was very upsetting. I don't know why they were all suddenly there, but there they were, and there was nothing I could do to avoid hitting them. I was depressed after that for a little while.
But eventually I made it to the Bay Area, had dinner in Berkeley, and then got to see my friends Yardley put on a show on the top floor of a building that looked more like an abandoned house than an Epic Arts Studio. From the street, we saw a red light coming out of a window, and that's where the music was coming from. On the corner was a heavily graffitied liquor store, and across the street was a park (lit by the glaring lights of the nearby Ashby BART station), where men were gathering suspiciously. I grant that perhaps they were not, in fact, dealing drugs or anything illegal; perhaps they were members of a night-time knitting club. Anything's possible, but having been held up and robbed in Berkeley once before, I confess to leaning more toward being suspicious than trustful. Besides, how many men really knit? I ask you.
But the show was great. If you didn't go, you missed out. Yardley in particular rocked, and I'm not just saying that because they are my friends. They were my favorite in a very strong, talented lineup, featuring Dawn Thomas, Amber Rubarth, and others. Great sets, all acoustic, and for only $5. Not a bad deal at all.
Speaking of music, I'm really glad that God gave music to us as a gift, because if he hadn't, I'd just have to invent it because I like it so much, but I'm not very good at inventing things, so I'd probably have to delegate it to someone else, only I'm even worse at delegating than I am at inventing, so what I'm really trying to say here is that the human race would be out of luck. And yes, I think I know I've made absolutely no sense whatsoever, but that's the sort of thing I write after spending nearly the entire day yesterday alone in my car with nothing but an iPod to keep me company.
posted by grackyfrogg @ 9:41 AM
1 Comments:
At 9:24 PM ,
Anonymous said...
Hey, I saw that show too, and I agree, it did in fact rock. All the acts. There need to be more nights like that in Berkeley, what a great scene! Amber Rubarth, Yardley, Joel Eckles, Dawn Thomas, Borne... yeah!
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