Amazing Weekend and Magic 8pod

Got back from boston at about 9:30 last night, and found a parking space a block from my apartment. Just a cap on a fan-fucking-tastic weekend of old friends, bitchen parties, damn fine food and rock and roll. Already wrote about the pop fest, so to summarize the rest of the weekend:

rolled in on friday (instead of thursday night as planned because of extra-special stupid behavior committed by the tsunami at the dayjob, but that's another box of wine), hung with sue and steve, including a trip to the liquor store, natch, where we picked up a little sum'n sum'n to prep for the weekend to come - bottle of knob creek (yum), plymouth gin (yum), some tonic and seltzer, a 12er of 'rock art' beer, which i'd never had and which turned out to be pretty good, and a 12er of that smirnoff ice stuff that sue likes for some reason; also made a trip to trader joe's for partywise foodstuffs: spanikopita, pakoras, shrimp cocktail, dark chocolate-covered raisins, a pesto pizza, and some other stuff. Had martini happy hour with steve. Met up with beckett for the first time since august '05 at a very good mexican place with excellent margaritas, then headed out to the popfest for some awesome tuneage - may as well use this chance to give shoutouts to a couple more good bands: international pen pal (just caught the end of their set), temper (as a bonus, their keyboardist is supercute) and luxury (kinda overslick, but loaded with talent). Then back to the sue and steve crib for post gig party action, which is always a highlight of my time in boston - nothing like reconnecting with some of those best friends you don't get to see often enough.

Next day woke up not too bad off and went to a diner with beckett, then got to see her new place. It was a GORGEOUS DAY, by the way. Watched the sox club the yanks (small comfort) then went to the gig, which i wrote about before. Back to sue and steve's to hang with lindsay and mark.

Sunday molly and rudy came over and we all made brunch: big veggie and egg scramble, hash browns, bloody marys and baguette, scones and cinnamon rolls. The sox won again, and i hit the road back to the city. Even had a great phone talk with julie on the way back! Then i watched the sox beat the yanks for the third time in two days and fell asleep the second my head hit the pillow and didn't wake up until my alarm went off (which happens about three times a year). Very sweet.

SO, magic 8pod for today:

How will it be at work today?

'man gave names to all the animals' bob dylan. Hmmm. A whimsical take on one of adam's jobs, from bob's christian era. I'm taking this as a sign to have a sense of humor about the paper pushing and silly stuff.

Will i stay in new york for a while?

'another kind of green' john mayer. This one is pretty clear cut - about not chucking the good thing you have for the grass on the other side of the fence. i heart new york.

How will my new show at la mama go?

'Mahler's symphony #2' leonard bernstein conducting the new york philharmonic. AWESOME (and not in the cheesy sense) - this is mahler's 'resurrection' symphony, and i wrote a little about how i feel about bernstein a while ago. This is an excellent sign of things to come in terms of art and career. Tee hee!

What's up for My Own Worst Enemy? 'manipulation' the black angels. This is very cool too - an austin shoegazer band that is in the process of breaking through as i type this. They've just started to get serious attention in the last year or so, and although they sound nothing like MOWE, they definitely have some of the same influences (velvet underground, black rebel motorcycle club, brian jonestown massacre, etc.) And it pulses with latent passion. This is the magic 8pod declaring: my own worst enemy will rock the world.

Well. That was satisfying.