The timing wasn’t quite all that we could have asked for (knitty release, work, school, pesky real life so gets in the way), but we went anyways. One of our favorite bands, Cherry Poppin’ Daddies, was playing in Buffalo. It was part of Deco-Fest, a fundraiser to help restore the 1920s train terminal. The building was abandoned for decades and is in a rather picturesque state of disrepair. It’s the kind of place that made me wish I’d packed stout boots, heavy gloves, and a bright flashlight. Perhaps a screwdriver, a crowbar and a complete disregard for the property rights of others too. Alas, I was sporting open toed shoes and a white shirt, and there was a sizable police presence, so my wanderings were (more or less) contained to the cordoned off areas. I’m seriously considering joining their membership organization so I can go on a full tour in the fall without resorting to crime.
Buffalo itself turns out to be a lovely town. We ate lunch at the Pearl Street Grill and Brewery (and may possibly have gone back for dessert later). I had the very best idea ever while we were there and now know exactly where we will be taking the pictures for Book the Second. That alone would have made the trip worthwhile, but there were lots of other good things too.
The show was, as expected, fabulous. If your only impression of CPD is that brief swing craze of the late 90s, it’s worth checking them out again. They were around long before that and are still putting out new stuff now. This is our fourth show with them, and by far the best. And unlike the others, this one was enhanced by the presence of a…um…an energetic young lady of substantial personal charms…one not hindered by an excess of modesty…who seemed quite comfortable in feathers and sequins.
The next day we drove down to Corning and hit up a few breweries, cideries, distilleries, and wineries on the way before stopping by Market Street Brewing for dinner. Oh, and we may have visited the odd yarn shop along the way too. But I will have to save the yarn report for later in the week. There is a rather astonishing heap of laundry to be done and pile of bottles to be put away before bed, and I’m ready for a bit of a nap.