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Note to self: after not running anywhere for A Long Time (read: 6 months - 1 year), running 2+ miles on the beach, walking around Newport, then playing a 3 hour gig in a barn in BFE, Oregon, will result in very stiff leg muscles. I was at the point where simply standing up/sitting down were painful and wasn't in top form on the bike ride into work this morning. Spruce Gin is a decent painkiller, but at 90 proof, is not really sustainable.
Got into Newport around 5pm on Friday, headed to the Rogue distillery for some $7 artisan G&Ts. We chatted up some NOAA guys who were in town, along with the nice-but-unfocused Netherlandish bartender. In roughly 5 minutes, the captain of said NOAA boat paid his crew's tab, promised to meet them later - where "the ladies" were - and had 3 whiskey sodas on top of whatever he'd put away prior to our arrival. Arr, a real salty dog was he. /pirate.
You can't go to Newport without going to The Crab Shack, though I had scallops. The name of the place isn't really The Crab Shack, but! As you walk up to it there's a small... shack outside that covers oil drums full of boiling water and dying crab. We then purchased The Rock for $7.99 and a surprisingly tasty blackberry cheesecake shake to cap off the evening.
Since I usually hit the gym on Saturdays I figured I'd go for a run on the beach, which sounds pretty nice when you tell people, "Yeah, I think I'm gonna go for a run on the beach early tomorrow morning." Well, early turned out to be 8:30am instead of the intended 7:30am and the run part was more like run for 10-15 minutes, walk because you forgot how running feels like you're suffocating after a while, rinse/repeat. Between the run, a beer and a reuben for lunch, the Wax Works, saltwater taffy and a drive to Toledo and back, I was really feeling down, man. Thankfully, 3 glasses of water and a cup of coffee buoyed me enough for the drive to the the city of BFE, Oregon.
We were about 4 or 5 miles from the farm (aside: the keyboardist's newphew was recently married and the farm, specifically the farm's barn, was to be the location of the reception and hence, the gig) when we came to a closed bridge and had to basically add 40 minutes to the drive by going all the way around Corvallis. The gig itself was fun, as the people there were ready to party; we even had the entire crowd singing along to "Lucky Man" and "Come Together".
The running/walking/standing/jamming manifested itself in extreme soreness on Sunday morning so instead of the gym we watched 2 Fast 2 Furious, which is full of lulz. There's one scene where they two main guys are coming back from something and the dialogue is goes like this:
Main Guy 1: Hey Tej, sup bro.
Tej: Yo.
Main Guy 2: Daaymn.
Main Guy 1: ...
Main Guy 1: Well, I'm gonna crash. Later bro.
It's like they knew they couldn't afford retakes because all the money went into the special effects and stunt car shots, but they could afford pointless scenes. And what's with every car in that movie having like 20 speeds? Ah well, it was still amusing.
I'm continuing the Rock and/or Roll lifestyle this week by heading up to Seattle tomorrow for my penultimate certification course, a day of chillin(g) with Rob and then an early drive back down here for another gig. Weekend after that is yet another gig at a local club, after and possibly during which I'll simply collapse from exhaustion and sleep for days.
Got into Newport around 5pm on Friday, headed to the Rogue distillery for some $7 artisan G&Ts. We chatted up some NOAA guys who were in town, along with the nice-but-unfocused Netherlandish bartender. In roughly 5 minutes, the captain of said NOAA boat paid his crew's tab, promised to meet them later - where "the ladies" were - and had 3 whiskey sodas on top of whatever he'd put away prior to our arrival. Arr, a real salty dog was he. /pirate.
You can't go to Newport without going to The Crab Shack, though I had scallops. The name of the place isn't really The Crab Shack, but! As you walk up to it there's a small... shack outside that covers oil drums full of boiling water and dying crab. We then purchased The Rock for $7.99 and a surprisingly tasty blackberry cheesecake shake to cap off the evening.
Since I usually hit the gym on Saturdays I figured I'd go for a run on the beach, which sounds pretty nice when you tell people, "Yeah, I think I'm gonna go for a run on the beach early tomorrow morning." Well, early turned out to be 8:30am instead of the intended 7:30am and the run part was more like run for 10-15 minutes, walk because you forgot how running feels like you're suffocating after a while, rinse/repeat. Between the run, a beer and a reuben for lunch, the Wax Works, saltwater taffy and a drive to Toledo and back, I was really feeling down, man. Thankfully, 3 glasses of water and a cup of coffee buoyed me enough for the drive to the the city of BFE, Oregon.
We were about 4 or 5 miles from the farm (aside: the keyboardist's newphew was recently married and the farm, specifically the farm's barn, was to be the location of the reception and hence, the gig) when we came to a closed bridge and had to basically add 40 minutes to the drive by going all the way around Corvallis. The gig itself was fun, as the people there were ready to party; we even had the entire crowd singing along to "Lucky Man" and "Come Together".
The running/walking/standing/jamming manifested itself in extreme soreness on Sunday morning so instead of the gym we watched 2 Fast 2 Furious, which is full of lulz. There's one scene where they two main guys are coming back from something and the dialogue is goes like this:
Main Guy 1: Hey Tej, sup bro.
Tej: Yo.
Main Guy 2: Daaymn.
Main Guy 1: ...
Main Guy 1: Well, I'm gonna crash. Later bro.
It's like they knew they couldn't afford retakes because all the money went into the special effects and stunt car shots, but they could afford pointless scenes. And what's with every car in that movie having like 20 speeds? Ah well, it was still amusing.
I'm continuing the Rock and/or Roll lifestyle this week by heading up to Seattle tomorrow for my penultimate certification course, a day of chillin(g) with Rob and then an early drive back down here for another gig. Weekend after that is yet another gig at a local club, after and possibly during which I'll simply collapse from exhaustion and sleep for days.