Most boring cookie ever
I have Things To Say about Chicago and San Francisco and Spain, but... not today, for today my brain is jello. Instead, even though none of you are around right now, I would just like to say, Echoing Friday Vacuum, that I am BORED. SO VERY BORED. Not that I don't have work I could be doing, mind you, just... it is Friday afternoon and my boss just left for a week, and I had to come to work at FIVE A.M. on Monday to do tech support for an online class, and I have to come in at FOUR A.M. next Monday, and possibly Tuesday as well, and my in-laws are going to be here soonish (we know not when, AS USUAL, because Mr. McK, despite his many fine qualities, consistently FAILS to discover these details), and I went to see Concrete Blonde last night with Mr. McK and zabira and it was AMAZING but I didn't get to bed till almost 2, and then I got hit with mini-emergencies as soon as I got into work this morning, and what I'm saying is: I'M DONE WORKING FOR NOW, KTHX.
~pause for ninja trip to Trader Joe's~
Aaaanyway, I am not actually as cranky as the preceding paragraph would seem to indicate, I am just DONE for the day. (It is still only 4 pm. I think time is moving backwards.) Did I mention that Concrete Blonde was AMAZING, though? I saw them several years back at Bumbershoot, and they were fantastic then, and they are absolutely every bit as fantastic now. Johnette hasn't lost anything off her powerhouse growl/wail; her passion and intensity, even on songs she's sung hundreds of times, are mesmerizing, as are her periodic flashes of dry humor. All my favorite concerts have had at least one truly transcendent moment, and last night's came during "Tomorrow, Wendy," the last song of their regular set, on the last verse: Only God says jump / but I set the time / and if he ever saw it it was through these eyes of mine / and if he ever suffered it was us who did his crying, all building in a furious, defiant crescendo that grabbed us all by throat and left me literally unable to breathe for a couple of seconds.
The ominous, delicious, reverberating opening bassline of "Bloodletting," drawn out to whip the crowd into a frenzy for their first number, was pretty freaking awesome, too. That was the first Concrete Blonde song I ever heard, on a mix tape that my friend Jesse made for me in high school, and it never gets any less seductive no matter how many times I hear it. I could've left after that one song and been satisfied. *slurps*
So, yeah. Pretty good show. And it was preceded by dinner and drinks with Z and Mr. McK at the Zig Zag Cafe, where I have never had food nor beverage that was not FREAKING AWESOME. We started with calamari with capers and tomatoes and kalamata olives (trufax, there are very few things that cannot be made delicious by the addition of capers, tomatoes, and kalamata olives), and grilled asparagus, and then I moved on to risotto with wild boar bacon, portobello mushrooms, shallots, and a warm gooey mess of other delicious things, including two perfectly thin slices of pecorino romano laid gently to melt on top of the whole thing. NOM. Dessert was lemon basil sorbet, and bites of Mr. McK's truly epic chocolate fudge mousse, paired with a fabulous cocktail that involved light rum and some sort of house-created ginger/spice infusion and lime. NOMNOMNOMNOMNOM OMG GREATEST.
Also I had not really gotten to hang out with Z in far, far too long and it was delightful. Also delightful was that at the show, we happened to run into the cute Goth boy that I've been crushing on for a while now, and I had the satisfaction of seeing Z's "O.O HOLY HOTNESS" face after meeting him. HEE. And that was BEFORE I told her about his full-back tattoo of angel wings, which was a very happy discovery for me, poolside on the Spain trip. Good times. Also in attendance was cute Goth boy's cute Goth girlfriend, on whom I also crush fairly extensively, and Z agreed that although she has her own personal Cutest Couple Ever that will never be dethroned in her affections, these folks ran a pretty close second.
And that was my Thursday night. Pretty full of win, y/y?
It appears that it is STILL NOT TIME TO GO HOME WTF. *watches clock*
This concludes the Friday Yawp Into the Void. Thank you. ♥
~pause for ninja trip to Trader Joe's~
Aaaanyway, I am not actually as cranky as the preceding paragraph would seem to indicate, I am just DONE for the day. (It is still only 4 pm. I think time is moving backwards.) Did I mention that Concrete Blonde was AMAZING, though? I saw them several years back at Bumbershoot, and they were fantastic then, and they are absolutely every bit as fantastic now. Johnette hasn't lost anything off her powerhouse growl/wail; her passion and intensity, even on songs she's sung hundreds of times, are mesmerizing, as are her periodic flashes of dry humor. All my favorite concerts have had at least one truly transcendent moment, and last night's came during "Tomorrow, Wendy," the last song of their regular set, on the last verse: Only God says jump / but I set the time / and if he ever saw it it was through these eyes of mine / and if he ever suffered it was us who did his crying, all building in a furious, defiant crescendo that grabbed us all by throat and left me literally unable to breathe for a couple of seconds.
The ominous, delicious, reverberating opening bassline of "Bloodletting," drawn out to whip the crowd into a frenzy for their first number, was pretty freaking awesome, too. That was the first Concrete Blonde song I ever heard, on a mix tape that my friend Jesse made for me in high school, and it never gets any less seductive no matter how many times I hear it. I could've left after that one song and been satisfied. *slurps*
So, yeah. Pretty good show. And it was preceded by dinner and drinks with Z and Mr. McK at the Zig Zag Cafe, where I have never had food nor beverage that was not FREAKING AWESOME. We started with calamari with capers and tomatoes and kalamata olives (trufax, there are very few things that cannot be made delicious by the addition of capers, tomatoes, and kalamata olives), and grilled asparagus, and then I moved on to risotto with wild boar bacon, portobello mushrooms, shallots, and a warm gooey mess of other delicious things, including two perfectly thin slices of pecorino romano laid gently to melt on top of the whole thing. NOM. Dessert was lemon basil sorbet, and bites of Mr. McK's truly epic chocolate fudge mousse, paired with a fabulous cocktail that involved light rum and some sort of house-created ginger/spice infusion and lime. NOMNOMNOMNOMNOM OMG GREATEST.
Also I had not really gotten to hang out with Z in far, far too long and it was delightful. Also delightful was that at the show, we happened to run into the cute Goth boy that I've been crushing on for a while now, and I had the satisfaction of seeing Z's "O.O HOLY HOTNESS" face after meeting him. HEE. And that was BEFORE I told her about his full-back tattoo of angel wings, which was a very happy discovery for me, poolside on the Spain trip. Good times. Also in attendance was cute Goth boy's cute Goth girlfriend, on whom I also crush fairly extensively, and Z agreed that although she has her own personal Cutest Couple Ever that will never be dethroned in her affections, these folks ran a pretty close second.
And that was my Thursday night. Pretty full of win, y/y?
It appears that it is STILL NOT TIME TO GO HOME WTF. *watches clock*
This concludes the Friday Yawp Into the Void. Thank you. ♥