Now With Bonus Gentleman
Saturday evening found The Boy and I venturing valiantly forth, clad in real live grown up clothes, headed out into the world. The Two Man Gentlemen Band was in town. Earlier this year, we'd headed all the way to Detroit to catch their show, so we weren't going to miss out when they were just downtown. As we pulled into the parking lot, I spied something of interest. Down at the end of a long stretch of buildings (conveniently located next to what I suspect may be A Certain Sort Of Establishment), were the remnants of a bridge. One of [...]
Timeline
Sunday evening- 8:30 The show we planned to attend officially began. 8:39 I (hair damp from a recent shower and firmly ensconced in my pajamas) recalled that we were planning to attend said show. 8:40-8:41 I expressed my frustration and exasperation at this lack of good planning and forethought in a heartfelt and vigorous sort of way while dashing downstairs to The Boy's office to inform him of the situation. 8:41-8:42 The Boy joined in this expression of dismay with equal fervor, and, after careful consideration, we decided to see if we could set the land speed record for rolling [...]
Two at a Time
We've established that I have rather eclectic taste in music (and eclectic may be the polite word...it may actually be that I have rather dreadful taste in music, but I'm ok with that). And we've established that The Boy and I have a pronounced propensity to dart off for the evening for a concert at the slightest provocation. So it should have come as no surprise when we found ourselves settled in the car Friday afternoon headed to Detroit. For you see, The Two Man Gentlemen Band happened to be playing at Cliff Bell's, and it seemed a shame not [...]
Signs
If this recent trip had a theme, it would have to be embracing the unexpected. The trip itself came up on short notice, and it took a wee bit of finagling to make it practical for me to come along. But we sorted it out. As a result, we went to the water, obtained lovely yarn, launched a new embroidery obsession, visited dear friends, discovered new drinks, and had two of the best meals ever (seriously, Gracie's and T. W. Food, go if you have the chance). That's an awful lot of delightful things to manage on a short-notice trip. [...]
Dash
The plan went something like this. Dash off to Chicago after work on Friday, hang out during the day on Saturday, see a concert that night, zip back home Sunday in time for a nice leisurely evening. This is a perfectly viable plan in the town you're going to and the town you're coming from are close to each other. Cleveland and Chicago...aren't. Especially when you change that to 'eastern suburb of Cleveland' and 'western suburb of Chicago.' I think we spent more time in the car than we did, awake, in the city. Those plans to fill a few [...]
Napping
One of my many goals in this life is to skip over being old and go right into being venerable. I like the sound of venerable much better than old. It has all the respect and wisdom bits, but sounds like it might avoid the creaky knees and questionable eyebrows that sometimes come with old. In the service of this goal, I'm prone to occasional bouts of age-inappropriate action. I figure if I'm going to outrun old and chase down venerable, I have to be unpredictable. The most recent of these bouts occurred this past Thursday when I somehow found [...]
Sing me a Song
Sunday evening found us in a most unusual state. Instead of being tucked up safely at home in our pajamas, we actually got up, got dressed and left the house. This is especially impressive as The Boy was just getting over a nasty cold and I seemed to have accidentally encouraged some sort of alien parasite to take up residence on my tonsils and stab me each time I did anything so injudicious as breathe. But, Jukebox The Ghost was playing right in our very own town. We regularly leave the state to hear them play (and we drove down [...]
To The Gentleman To My Left At The Concert
Dear Sir, You sat to my left at the concert in Toronto on the 14th. I noticed you seemed to be a bit perplexed by me and my actions during the concert. Indeed, perplexed may not be a strong enough word. You appeared downright disturbed. To help allay your concerns, I thought I'd answer some of the questions that seemed to occur to you. So, without further ado: 1) Knitting. 2) Yes, really. 3) A sock. 4) Again, yes, really. 5) Because I like to. Because they are awesome. Because it's my job. Because it helps me respond with more [...]
You Know You’re A Knitter When…
We seem to go to two different sorts of shows. There's the buy your ticket ahead of time, get an assigned seat, wear grownup clothes, sit quietly, watch attentively, applaud politely sort. Like the Tuvan throat singing concert. Very grown up. Then there's the the buy your ticket at the door, stand around for an hour drinking beer before the show, wear your jeans, hop up and down and sing along sort. Both are totally valid and plenty of fun. It is generally easier to knit at the first sort (you are sitting down and the chances that someone will [...]
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