Ah, the infamous 4.20. There’s a party here tonight that I’m eager to miss.
We went and wandered around South Side Pittsburgh, window shopping and snacking, grocery shopping and snacking, and venue shopping and sushi slurping. A good day in all – beautiful outside, and I really Love walking around this city. I Love the bizarre way it’s built.
Up.
Finally got a response from the Oberlin Revue – the Oberlin student newspaper… Saturday looks to be pretty exciting. I like when we get a schedule that states that “all performances involving fire will take place on the stone walk”. That’s just cool. I wish OUR performance involved fire.
Sigh.
While wandering around, a car back-fired twice, and though far louder than most guns, it startled the Hell out of me and made my shoulder-blades itch, reminding me high school.
Later, we found a shop that sold any number of random scents and soaps and incenses… and I turned out to be very, very allergic to it, despite the fact that the smell was sooo similar to one of my favourite ex-girlfriends… it was this REALLY weird mix of sensations – something along the lines of “ooh!” (visually), then the scent kicked in and I got immediately REALLY horny, and then I sneezed. Sigh.
I don’t know what to think about 4.20. I’ve never been around people who smoke on April 20th before, and though I’ve always known about National Pot Day, or whatever else it may be called, I’ve never felt it’s presence quite this heavily before. It was odd wandering around Pittsburgh and realizing that people were running back and forth from place to place visiting friends and going on about their plans for the evening. What kind of pot, how it was going to be smoked, et cetera – and then watching guys talk about the clothes they bought. Metrosexual? Sort of…
Weird combination of stuff. So, Heather and I watch Will & Grace while everyone else is out on the porch celebrating 4.20. Heather seems to think I’m just naive.
My mom would’ve Loved the bar we played at last night. She would’ve Loved the house band. The Aspinwall Grille has something that should be hugely known – a dazzling group of musicians that come in and jam every Tuesday… a group that would leave the Blues Brothers breathless.
A huge variety of covers, and over the course of the night, three horn players eventually filter in, one by one. I Loved watching the sax player…. and then maybe an hour in another guy saunters in to much hail and greeting, and unpacks some unidentifiable horn, and then later still, another guy walks in and unpacks a big silver trumpet.
Three piece horn section. I don’t think I’ve ever heard that Live before, outside of high school jazz groups or ska bands.
It was… orgasmic.
The fact that they were blown away by US has NOTHING to do with the fact that we were blown away by THEM.
HOLY SHIT!!!! Somewhere between Pittsburgh and California, we saw a WILD TURKEY!!!! I’ve never seen a turkey before. Damn big ass bird. When Heather started yelling “CREATURE!!! CREATURE!!!” I thought she was pointing out another were-mole. Wow, a wild turkey.
So, we’re coming back from one of our better nights ever. We’re actually worrying about running out of CDs. We sold a good number last night, and eleven tonight, and … well, I guess we’ve been under-estimating outselves or something. Anywho, looks like we’ll have to hope that Sharif can pick some up on the way to Ohio.
