A blitzkrieg trip to New York can be akin to an 18th century seance - calling up scarred battleworn ghosts with revelations from beyond.
The trip itself was fine - a dubious border crossing with a Quebecois punk band whose schtick is tongue-in-cheek incest and pedophilia jokes with a soupcon of riding crop lyrics for flavor.
The evening was well paced - a solo female performer whose voice wove you into a cocoon of daydreams, wistful emotions and calm sweet tears, a comedian with an interesting deadpan take accompanied by 3 12 year old boys who would go on to pose for a photo with the aforementioned punk band in an unintentionally hilarious moment. After an energetic, but overly repetitive set the punks cleared the stage complete with a rancid cheese B.O. smell left over from the lead guitarist.
Presleyan's band was also great and really knocked out the crowd. Afterwards I was able to locate a magical Oasis that served my hungry belly up a delicious shish kebab.. after crashing hard I had a delicious NYC-style bagel with lox and Presleyan and I had a nice talk about music and other things for the whole drive back.
Living in the shitkicking boondocks has fueled my need for drama and excitement - work is good, but life's pretty much an emotional flatline. I need mysterious dicks and janes, moonlight nights and the empty end of a bottle of scotch to fuel me up and move me on...
The trip itself was fine - a dubious border crossing with a Quebecois punk band whose schtick is tongue-in-cheek incest and pedophilia jokes with a soupcon of riding crop lyrics for flavor.
The evening was well paced - a solo female performer whose voice wove you into a cocoon of daydreams, wistful emotions and calm sweet tears, a comedian with an interesting deadpan take accompanied by 3 12 year old boys who would go on to pose for a photo with the aforementioned punk band in an unintentionally hilarious moment. After an energetic, but overly repetitive set the punks cleared the stage complete with a rancid cheese B.O. smell left over from the lead guitarist.
Presleyan's band was also great and really knocked out the crowd. Afterwards I was able to locate a magical Oasis that served my hungry belly up a delicious shish kebab.. after crashing hard I had a delicious NYC-style bagel with lox and Presleyan and I had a nice talk about music and other things for the whole drive back.
Living in the shitkicking boondocks has fueled my need for drama and excitement - work is good, but life's pretty much an emotional flatline. I need mysterious dicks and janes, moonlight nights and the empty end of a bottle of scotch to fuel me up and move me on...
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friedbanana105:
Hmm... That's not a bad idea! I'll send out an intra-office e-mail and see who's interested in some XeroxSex!
ara_cale:
Yes, I was in a graded yoga class! For my school's gen ed requirements you have to have an active kinesiology course along with the fitness and wellness kinesiology course where they teach us how to eat and excercise. So I got to do yoga every Tue. and Thur. morning with two of my best friends Samm and Autumn who were in the class too and I got a credit and a grade for it!