So yeah, I said I went book and CD shopping yesterday. It'd been so long since I did either that when I was done I felt productive and virtuous rather than guilty for having spent over $100 in two hours on my personal entertainment and edification. I was going to type up a big list of what I got and why, but all of a sudden that seems like it would be boring to read (and to write). I haven't read or listened to most of it yet anyway. But I'm excited to have some new stuff. Oh, and I bought Girl Scout cookies, Thin Mints. They were delicious.
I also mentioned that we went to Dan and Chad's house for dinner last night. Since Dan has already gone to the trouble to write about everything I wanted to say already, I'll let him tell you about it if you want to read it. (He has more softcore bubble bath shots, too!)
Although I will say that a kid attempted suicide in front of their house last night by jumping in front of a random car no more than thirty seconds before we pulled up. Eek yikes wow.
Luckily, the kid is fine, at least physically, but I'm still slightly horrified to think it could have been me who hit him if we'd arrived just a little sooner. Listen, I don't care how little of a shit you give anymore, it's extremely bad manners to use an unwitting stranger as your suicide weapon.
Yep.
Today was lovely after two weeks of gloomy days, so Eric and I got sandwiches and took them to the park so we could eat in the sun.
Later we went to see Ralph Stanley
and His Clinch Mountain Boys play at the Union Ballroom. Ralph Stanley
is pretty old--almost 80--and he wasn't making much effort to hide how
frustrated he is that his voice doesn't do what it used to. I thought
he sounded good, though, just a little hoarse, and his band was great.
The fiddle player ruled over us all.
Afterwards we had a lousy dinner. Food was cold and meh, service bordered on the sociopathically indifferent, baby seated behind us was shooting geysers of mucus everywhere. So Kerbey Lane on Guadalupe is now on the absolutely-under-no-circumstances-ever-again-I'd rather-eat-glass list. We walked next door to Showdown and tried to cancel it out with beer and Simpsons Pinball Party. It was a pretty fun date.