Honky Paradise, brother
So, today rebby and I hid in the house practically all day. We have seen little of each other for the past week or so, and she is going to chicago for a training session for a couple days tomorrow, so we needed some hibernation time. In the midst of the hibernation we watched "Omega Man" for the first time. (rebby also watched "soylent green" for the first time this weekend...it was a hestonian nightmare up in here) This movie is remarkable for it's subtle and blatant racism, and also for the cool sets and ridiculous mutant costumes. But really---Heston is like the Hemingway of movies, only worse. He is one of those actors who is completely unable to disappear into his role. Which, as far as I can remember, is what acting is supposed to be about. Harrumph.
So after spending most of the day indoors, we decided to venture out for dinner and got some good thai in bloomfield. On the way home we drove past the new location of Vanilla Pastry Studio in East Liberty, on Penn Circle. It hadn't occured to me when I heard they were moving here from the west end, but when I mentioned it to rebby her first comment was "that's kind of a weird choice of name for the 'slib, isn't it?" I couldn't agree more. That tiny little stretch is quickly turning in to honky paradise while most of East Liberty's commercial district continues to suffer. I'm happy to have amenities close to home, but I certainly do hope things improve soon along penn ave, and I certainly hope some folks who actually live in east liberty will get the chance to benefit from all the new commercial development.
That's about it for my urban planning commentary today. My brain hurts.
Last night we catered what will almost definitely be the most fun wedding of the season. It was at the brew house, and it was a cocktail party style reception with just apps and desserts. The bride and groom (super awesome people) were dressed in sort of 20s gangster style, and everyone was having a great time. I boogied down at one point (after the bride INSISTED that I have a beer) to "Karma Chameleon" played at warp speed by an uncomprehending DJ. (or maybe he did it on purpose? I'll never know) The whole thing was super simple compared to the dinner style receptions we've been doing and will be doing for the rest of the season...it was a nice change.
Plus, I made some extra money for the European vacation. I also got my stimulus money, which will most likely be going to stimulate the German economy(shhhhhh)
Or perhaps Lufthansa. Take a gander at my del.icio.us listings for Germany when you get the chance to see what we're planning (it's almost all Berlin, which is going to be the highlight of the trip for me for sure) In fact, I may not ever want to leave once I get there. In fact, I may not ever want to leave rockcafe halford. Oh my god.
Working backwards(I know it's been two weeks since I updated, so this is going to be sort of stream of consciousness and I will probably leave a lot out, for which I apologize in advance) Alan had a pretty serious bike accident on Tuesday. He messed up his face and his ear, and suffered a little head trauma which means he isn't allowed to emote for a whie. So we're not going to be able to play the big show on Tuesday I've been planning for about 6 months. I am a little heartbroken, but it is still going to be a good show and I hope folks will still come. It's going to be Kill the Unicorn's last show before Mr Marcus leaves town and that alone makes it historical. Leslie is going to jump on the bill and I may get to drum with her, which will be awesome and fun. I totally love the hippie hand drums.
Speaking of Leslie and hippie hand drums, the previous Friday night (may 2nd) we had a beltane ritual/accoustic concert/may party/movie shoot at Leslie's palatial grounds in greenfield. It was a lovely time, and rebby's movie idea came together brilliantly. I can't wait till she is actually able to edit the footage into something amazing. Alan played the martyr to a T, and some of the photos and footage are really spooky. He held the attitude of St Sebastian for like 30 minutes, lashed to a maypole with ribbon. Crazy stuff. We played some beautiful music (if I do say so myself) and I got to dance around the fire like a crazy witch. I also got to drink a lot of meade and a lot of havana club rum that my friend Benrod smuggled back from China for me. Sweet! Everyone seemed to have a great time, and Jonas came with his poi and did amazing fire dances. We also tried to have a ritual conception performance on the stage but in the end the couple just weren't brave enough. Hopefully the fertility energy carried home with them and it all worked out for baby alfonse.
There's gotta be other stuff I should tell, but I just can't think of it right now. Hope the past couple weeks have been good for all of you and I hope I will be better at keeping track as time goes on.
OH OH OH! Happy mother's day to all the mothers. Hope you all had a lovely one!
So, today rebby and I hid in the house practically all day. We have seen little of each other for the past week or so, and she is going to chicago for a training session for a couple days tomorrow, so we needed some hibernation time. In the midst of the hibernation we watched "Omega Man" for the first time. (rebby also watched "soylent green" for the first time this weekend...it was a hestonian nightmare up in here) This movie is remarkable for it's subtle and blatant racism, and also for the cool sets and ridiculous mutant costumes. But really---Heston is like the Hemingway of movies, only worse. He is one of those actors who is completely unable to disappear into his role. Which, as far as I can remember, is what acting is supposed to be about. Harrumph.
So after spending most of the day indoors, we decided to venture out for dinner and got some good thai in bloomfield. On the way home we drove past the new location of Vanilla Pastry Studio in East Liberty, on Penn Circle. It hadn't occured to me when I heard they were moving here from the west end, but when I mentioned it to rebby her first comment was "that's kind of a weird choice of name for the 'slib, isn't it?" I couldn't agree more. That tiny little stretch is quickly turning in to honky paradise while most of East Liberty's commercial district continues to suffer. I'm happy to have amenities close to home, but I certainly do hope things improve soon along penn ave, and I certainly hope some folks who actually live in east liberty will get the chance to benefit from all the new commercial development.
That's about it for my urban planning commentary today. My brain hurts.
Last night we catered what will almost definitely be the most fun wedding of the season. It was at the brew house, and it was a cocktail party style reception with just apps and desserts. The bride and groom (super awesome people) were dressed in sort of 20s gangster style, and everyone was having a great time. I boogied down at one point (after the bride INSISTED that I have a beer) to "Karma Chameleon" played at warp speed by an uncomprehending DJ. (or maybe he did it on purpose? I'll never know) The whole thing was super simple compared to the dinner style receptions we've been doing and will be doing for the rest of the season...it was a nice change.
Plus, I made some extra money for the European vacation. I also got my stimulus money, which will most likely be going to stimulate the German economy(shhhhhh)
Or perhaps Lufthansa. Take a gander at my del.icio.us listings for Germany when you get the chance to see what we're planning (it's almost all Berlin, which is going to be the highlight of the trip for me for sure) In fact, I may not ever want to leave once I get there. In fact, I may not ever want to leave rockcafe halford. Oh my god.
Working backwards(I know it's been two weeks since I updated, so this is going to be sort of stream of consciousness and I will probably leave a lot out, for which I apologize in advance) Alan had a pretty serious bike accident on Tuesday. He messed up his face and his ear, and suffered a little head trauma which means he isn't allowed to emote for a whie. So we're not going to be able to play the big show on Tuesday I've been planning for about 6 months. I am a little heartbroken, but it is still going to be a good show and I hope folks will still come. It's going to be Kill the Unicorn's last show before Mr Marcus leaves town and that alone makes it historical. Leslie is going to jump on the bill and I may get to drum with her, which will be awesome and fun. I totally love the hippie hand drums.
Speaking of Leslie and hippie hand drums, the previous Friday night (may 2nd) we had a beltane ritual/accoustic concert/may party/movie shoot at Leslie's palatial grounds in greenfield. It was a lovely time, and rebby's movie idea came together brilliantly. I can't wait till she is actually able to edit the footage into something amazing. Alan played the martyr to a T, and some of the photos and footage are really spooky. He held the attitude of St Sebastian for like 30 minutes, lashed to a maypole with ribbon. Crazy stuff. We played some beautiful music (if I do say so myself) and I got to dance around the fire like a crazy witch. I also got to drink a lot of meade and a lot of havana club rum that my friend Benrod smuggled back from China for me. Sweet! Everyone seemed to have a great time, and Jonas came with his poi and did amazing fire dances. We also tried to have a ritual conception performance on the stage but in the end the couple just weren't brave enough. Hopefully the fertility energy carried home with them and it all worked out for baby alfonse.
There's gotta be other stuff I should tell, but I just can't think of it right now. Hope the past couple weeks have been good for all of you and I hope I will be better at keeping track as time goes on.
OH OH OH! Happy mother's day to all the mothers. Hope you all had a lovely one!
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