my uncle was a crooked French-Canadian
The Decemberists on Halloween = ninjas. Which is particularly hilarious when Colin needs to take off his hood to sing, and then does so while wandering around the stage with a glass of red wine, looking rather like a guy who decided to show up to the party in his pajamas. Randomness was rampant, with an encore that involved the band, who had determined themselves to be the "REM Ninjas", playing what were clearly REM songs that no one around me seemed to have ever heard. This all while dancing around with members of the audience who had won the costume contest (the first prize going to a "very convincing Chimbley Sweep" and the runners-up including a Crane Wife, a "butcher of indeterminate era", a pair of pirates, and a mermaid). These winners were big winners indeed--our Chimbley Sweep received $50 to the merchandise table (making me really wish I'd brought a broom and a big hat), and the rest receiving items "bought on a drunken rampage at a truck stop" in what ultimately proved to be Tuskaloosa, Alabama, and which included a back-scratcher and a dreamcatcher.
The opener, a band called "Lavender Diamond", was composed of one adorable, possibly British, girl, dressed as what seemed to be a fairy and who kept telling us about the death customs of Tibetans, and several oddly old men, dressed as "Patagons". Or possibly wearing Patagons. I wasn't sure. That's okay, though, because the girl sounded like a Disney heroine.
You'll be proud to note, by the way, that all the Northamptans seemed familiar with and enthused about the death customs of Tibetans.
In other news, I think--but am not positive--that Sam Intrator gave me my fellowship today. In any case, he approves my life plans, and gave me several more schools to throw my money at.
Also, I was bellowed at and threatened with the police by a bafflingly short-fused old man for poorly parking the enormous Smith College Ed Van near his home. This, I did not need today. For the record, a pleasant "please move your vehicle" works just as well as a frightening "move your car or I'm going to call the police", and doesn't make me want to cry.
Also, I think I have the plague. Or narcolepsy. Class is for suckers, unlike going to bed at ten.
The opener, a band called "Lavender Diamond", was composed of one adorable, possibly British, girl, dressed as what seemed to be a fairy and who kept telling us about the death customs of Tibetans, and several oddly old men, dressed as "Patagons". Or possibly wearing Patagons. I wasn't sure. That's okay, though, because the girl sounded like a Disney heroine.
You'll be proud to note, by the way, that all the Northamptans seemed familiar with and enthused about the death customs of Tibetans.
In other news, I think--but am not positive--that Sam Intrator gave me my fellowship today. In any case, he approves my life plans, and gave me several more schools to throw my money at.
Also, I was bellowed at and threatened with the police by a bafflingly short-fused old man for poorly parking the enormous Smith College Ed Van near his home. This, I did not need today. For the record, a pleasant "please move your vehicle" works just as well as a frightening "move your car or I'm going to call the police", and doesn't make me want to cry.
Also, I think I have the plague. Or narcolepsy. Class is for suckers, unlike going to bed at ten.