Coachella, a wake, and some polaroids.
So Coachella was this past weekend. On Friday night, Des & I headed over to Bryan's house where he, Leo, Dave, & Mauricio were already being the alcoholics that they are (and I mean that literally). So yeah, Des & I made brave attempts to catch up and I know I had a good time that night but the details are foggy.
With that in mind, we got up WAYYYY TOO LATE on Saturday and didn't actually get into the magical land of music until about 4pm which means that we missed The Walkmen who I was really excited to see. We did, however, see all/parts of the sets of Common, Kanye West, Cat Power, Clap Your Hands Say Yeah, Damien Marley, Sigur Ros, Franz Ferdinand, She Wants Revenge, and Depeche Mode. I was totally impressed with Damien Marley but my favorites of the night were probably Depeche Mode, She Wants Revenge, and Sigur Ros.
We camped over night, woke up at like 8:30am the next morning because it was so fucking hot, showered, drank, and then headed back over to the festival. We totally missed Giant Drag, which I was also bummed out about but managed to catch The Dears, Metric, Ted Leo & The Pharmacists, Sleater Kinney, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Madonna, Massive Attack, and we left during Tool's set. Madonna's set was crazy short, crowded, but a lot of fun. Metric was awesome but I was totally blown away by Sleater Kinney and Massive Attack.
Bryan has photos and I think one of the other boys does too so hopefully they'll share those soon.
I barely stayed awake through work on Monday. Afterwards, I had to go to a wake for a family friend's mother. I was dozing off throughout most of it so it was fairly non-eventful but I do remember one thing the pastor said that really irked me (most likely because I was exhausted and overly-sensitive). He said something to the effect of, "As Catholics who have faith, we know that death is not the end.." and while I accept that that idea is comforting for a lot of people, hearing that really bummed me out. Without getting too crazy into it, the idea of death being the be all end all of life seems so peaceful and amazing to know.
Also. My dad ran into a friend that he hadn't seen in 10+ years. His friend is about 10-15 years older and has a son who's been in jail for 9 years with three more to go. He asked my dad how my brother was and neither of my parents knew what to say (this was before they found out about this other guy's son) and I was just standing there watching the pain on their faces as they tried to dance around the subject. Their friend told them about his son though and he said some things to my dad that he hears from other people but I think he really needed to hear it from someone who has and is going through the parenting aspect of our family's situation. It was really beautiful to see the recognition in my dad's demeanor just hearing this near-stranger (to me anyway) tell him that it's not entirely his fault for the way my brother turned out and the choices that he continues to make. I was just so overwhelmed with gratitude and couldn't help but thank him for talking to my dad.
I ran a few errands after the wake and then picked up C. We drove to Pasadena and were going to take a walk but ended up just hugging and talking outside of my car in the parking lot. I was so exhausted but just being able to be near him and talk to him for a couple of hours really helped clear my head.
He stayed over that night and we went to work together yesterday, which is usually a good time. I sort of tweaked the schedule to make sure he and I had our lunches together (which wasn't that hard actually seeing as he started an hour later than some of the staff so it meant he would have his lunch later) and we ended up uh, taking advantage of the half hour in his dad's car at the side of the road. That was particularly amusing because when we got back, my hair was a fucking mess, my clothes all wrinkled, and we were both out of breath. My super-sexy-42-year-old-Irish-boss smirked at me and told me to comb my hair, heh.
I found my parents' old polaroid camera so Ashes and I decided that some photos were in due order.
She is obviously loads cuter than me.
I am in such a good mood today.
With that in mind, we got up WAYYYY TOO LATE on Saturday and didn't actually get into the magical land of music until about 4pm which means that we missed The Walkmen who I was really excited to see. We did, however, see all/parts of the sets of Common, Kanye West, Cat Power, Clap Your Hands Say Yeah, Damien Marley, Sigur Ros, Franz Ferdinand, She Wants Revenge, and Depeche Mode. I was totally impressed with Damien Marley but my favorites of the night were probably Depeche Mode, She Wants Revenge, and Sigur Ros.
We camped over night, woke up at like 8:30am the next morning because it was so fucking hot, showered, drank, and then headed back over to the festival. We totally missed Giant Drag, which I was also bummed out about but managed to catch The Dears, Metric, Ted Leo & The Pharmacists, Sleater Kinney, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Madonna, Massive Attack, and we left during Tool's set. Madonna's set was crazy short, crowded, but a lot of fun. Metric was awesome but I was totally blown away by Sleater Kinney and Massive Attack.
Bryan has photos and I think one of the other boys does too so hopefully they'll share those soon.
I barely stayed awake through work on Monday. Afterwards, I had to go to a wake for a family friend's mother. I was dozing off throughout most of it so it was fairly non-eventful but I do remember one thing the pastor said that really irked me (most likely because I was exhausted and overly-sensitive). He said something to the effect of, "As Catholics who have faith, we know that death is not the end.." and while I accept that that idea is comforting for a lot of people, hearing that really bummed me out. Without getting too crazy into it, the idea of death being the be all end all of life seems so peaceful and amazing to know.
Also. My dad ran into a friend that he hadn't seen in 10+ years. His friend is about 10-15 years older and has a son who's been in jail for 9 years with three more to go. He asked my dad how my brother was and neither of my parents knew what to say (this was before they found out about this other guy's son) and I was just standing there watching the pain on their faces as they tried to dance around the subject. Their friend told them about his son though and he said some things to my dad that he hears from other people but I think he really needed to hear it from someone who has and is going through the parenting aspect of our family's situation. It was really beautiful to see the recognition in my dad's demeanor just hearing this near-stranger (to me anyway) tell him that it's not entirely his fault for the way my brother turned out and the choices that he continues to make. I was just so overwhelmed with gratitude and couldn't help but thank him for talking to my dad.
I ran a few errands after the wake and then picked up C. We drove to Pasadena and were going to take a walk but ended up just hugging and talking outside of my car in the parking lot. I was so exhausted but just being able to be near him and talk to him for a couple of hours really helped clear my head.
He stayed over that night and we went to work together yesterday, which is usually a good time. I sort of tweaked the schedule to make sure he and I had our lunches together (which wasn't that hard actually seeing as he started an hour later than some of the staff so it meant he would have his lunch later) and we ended up uh, taking advantage of the half hour in his dad's car at the side of the road. That was particularly amusing because when we got back, my hair was a fucking mess, my clothes all wrinkled, and we were both out of breath. My super-sexy-42-year-old-Irish-boss smirked at me and told me to comb my hair, heh.
I found my parents' old polaroid camera so Ashes and I decided that some photos were in due order.
She is obviously loads cuter than me.
I am in such a good mood today.