Friday night, after getting the Sunday newsletters to bed, I went for a quick drink with my fellow co-workers. Fun, and something that should be done more often I think. Couldn't stick around long as I had a previous engagement to go thrift-store shopping with one of my best friends. I scavenged for parts to my halloween costume, which came to me through Pinterest at the last second and managed to pick up a winter jacket and some curtains for my front window so I can stop flashing the neighbours. As per usual, K and I ended up reducing ourself to giggling fits to the amusement of the Goodwill staff with our running commentary regarding some of the more... um... 'unique' and 'vintage' finds.
For dinner we went to a nearby East Side Mario's where my menu had gunk on it and our waiter threw coasters at us and hovered while we tried to decide. It was disconcerting, this manner. He was not an incompetent waiter.. all our order arrived in a timely manner and as requested. But so aggressive! It was like he was waitering AT us. Not the most impressive restaurant experience I've had.
Saturday was a day of coffee and cuddles and relaxing and not getting much of anything done. Wouldn't have done it any other way. That night I travelled to Toronto with Tess to Toronto to see the Mountain Goats in concert. I have written previously my love for this band so you know this was very exciting for me.
|See the excitement? My phone is shit and I don't have a working camera right now, so this is what you get for pictures.|
They played a number of newer songs, along with older tracks that I recognized as well. J.D. also manages to engage the audience, telling stories and interacting and improvising. There were a few tunes I got the impression had been made up on the spot. If that's the case... wow. Just wow. Amazing.
The night ended with 'No Children' which, anyone who goes to Open Mike night knows, is probably my favorite tune of theirs. An excellent choice for the end of night sing-along.
Oh dear. I've gone way past my time limit. Gotta go throw my face on.
'Waitering AT us' is a brilliant expression.ReplyDelete
...or so the Germans would have you believe.ReplyDelete