Burning the Candle at Both Ends

Early a.m. responsibilities. Late night tom-foolery. And you'd think that would result in one tired, cranky son of a... But it doesn't, proving there's still life in these old bones. Because if not now (as I cling on to the last bastions of my youth), when??

G-money came up with the tix, so the crew went and saw the boys in blue. Now, if you know me, you know my heart lies with le bleu, blanc et rouge, but even I have enough sense not to turn down $200, platinum, rink side tickets. Too bad the 15 dollar beers weren't free as well.
Quote of the night: "You guys are in band, right?" And then, actually, we did try and see a band: Of Montreal. And we were successful. And by 'successful', I mean we saw the last 30 seconds of their encore (covering Nirvana). The best non-showing to a show ever.

(look! Peanut M&M's!!)


And then the next night, Peej and I did a little D.A.N.C.E. There was slight apprehension to this event, as I tend to not do these sorts of things anymore. But I owed Peej a b-day present and this gig was as good as any. Approaching that line, that crowd; hearing the faint rumblings of the basslines inside = instant flashback to the days where i would see Wink, Daft and Sneak on the same bill. And that lofty perch, behind the Parisians giving me a DJs-eye-view? ohmychrist. Thank God I was amongst like minded peers and not in the bowels of that crowd, because the maze that is Circa and its usual denizens were the only blemishes on this otherwise steamy night. Quote of the night: "You're cute and I just had to say hi." or maybe it was "Hey, weren't you guys at the game last night?"