phun with phestivals
a rather busy weekend to say the least
Friday featured scheduling with the phone company to fix the wires so that I have home internet again, in spite of their insistence that everything was operating normally. Then off to LDP for an average, yet spirited crowd. In preparation for the VFest, this week's banner read:
Bring forth the Virgin! (Festival)
Among other tidbits were the bachelorette party tripping on their way up the stairs but not down, someone not me requesting Gogol early in the night, and finding someone to go to the VFest the next day, namely, eolh.
With the determination to go to the festival (I had been wavering), I attempt to reschedule phone company visit for a later time, to no avail, despite their earlier insistence that they are staffed by a human being 24-7. I got through to someone in NYC twice, but no one in DC ever, justa recording loop. bastards. So I woke up on not much sleep to reschedule at 8 AM. Hooray. (cell) phone rings at 9:15 - the phone company dude is down the street to fix the issue. So I decided to be tired but let him do his thing and an hour later I have working wiring.
Shortly thereafter, we embark for the VFest including backed up Baltimroe traffic and a bunch of angry locals who had no idea what the heck was going on. Due to traffic, we missed Kasabian's set (damn) but did see pretty much everyone else until it was time to go.
However, we did also miss perhaps the greatest portion of the show - the dude who dressed up like Skeletor and sang "You Could be my He-Man" with its combination of touching lyrics and threats of death. The DJ tent was also interesting, although it smelled like grass - the stuff that grows on the ground, not the smoked variety. But there was someone dressed up like a shrubbery. why?
The Raconteurs - Jack White finally found someone who can play chrds the way he likes for his alt-country tunes. I'd actually like to hear the front man do so old-skool slide guitar.
I realized the true focal point of such outdoor festivals has nothing to do with music, and everything to do with what your shirt says - not necessarily in terms of a personal statement, but just having a really cool TShirt seemed to be the bees knees. However, I did have 3 random people come up to me for my shirt (A Reading FC Convey 17 shirt), one of which to applaud the person on the back, one of which because "that's a fucking sick Puma shirt!" (Puma being the shirt sponsor for Reading FC, and "sick" in the lingo for "good"), and the one English sounding woman who wanted to know about the shirt, and was seemingly convinced that i was either English or lived in England given my "accent" For those of you who know me, I will say it wasn't even one of my better days, and she was obviously intoxicated, but I do have a witness that she thought I was English. Ha!
Left during the Killers set to head back for the DC United game, won by the home side over the hated Metroscum 4-3. More shite officiating. I'd love to see MLS send their refs over to England for one wweekend and see how many of them come back alive. Stopped by the Rock and Roll Hotel and the Red and the Black on the way home and had random discussions with people about Czech absinthe.
Sunday went to the reserve match, which true to the night before, was marred by a bad ref, who ruined the game with one red card that wouldn't be called in my rec league. Went to help soemone move in the PM, before trying to play with my late group in the evening. Didn't do a whole lot as my body didn't feel up to snuff, probably all the running around and lack of food/sleep, but today is going fine.
Tonight I'm gonig to finally set up my table and play with my cat - he looked lonely this morning.
Thursday is Riot Van at the Hotel - LDP music basically with William Alberque DJing. let me know if you're headed out
Friday featured scheduling with the phone company to fix the wires so that I have home internet again, in spite of their insistence that everything was operating normally. Then off to LDP for an average, yet spirited crowd. In preparation for the VFest, this week's banner read:
Bring forth the Virgin! (Festival)
Among other tidbits were the bachelorette party tripping on their way up the stairs but not down, someone not me requesting Gogol early in the night, and finding someone to go to the VFest the next day, namely, eolh.
With the determination to go to the festival (I had been wavering), I attempt to reschedule phone company visit for a later time, to no avail, despite their earlier insistence that they are staffed by a human being 24-7. I got through to someone in NYC twice, but no one in DC ever, justa recording loop. bastards. So I woke up on not much sleep to reschedule at 8 AM. Hooray. (cell) phone rings at 9:15 - the phone company dude is down the street to fix the issue. So I decided to be tired but let him do his thing and an hour later I have working wiring.
Shortly thereafter, we embark for the VFest including backed up Baltimroe traffic and a bunch of angry locals who had no idea what the heck was going on. Due to traffic, we missed Kasabian's set (damn) but did see pretty much everyone else until it was time to go.
However, we did also miss perhaps the greatest portion of the show - the dude who dressed up like Skeletor and sang "You Could be my He-Man" with its combination of touching lyrics and threats of death. The DJ tent was also interesting, although it smelled like grass - the stuff that grows on the ground, not the smoked variety. But there was someone dressed up like a shrubbery. why?
The Raconteurs - Jack White finally found someone who can play chrds the way he likes for his alt-country tunes. I'd actually like to hear the front man do so old-skool slide guitar.
I realized the true focal point of such outdoor festivals has nothing to do with music, and everything to do with what your shirt says - not necessarily in terms of a personal statement, but just having a really cool TShirt seemed to be the bees knees. However, I did have 3 random people come up to me for my shirt (A Reading FC Convey 17 shirt), one of which to applaud the person on the back, one of which because "that's a fucking sick Puma shirt!" (Puma being the shirt sponsor for Reading FC, and "sick" in the lingo for "good"), and the one English sounding woman who wanted to know about the shirt, and was seemingly convinced that i was either English or lived in England given my "accent" For those of you who know me, I will say it wasn't even one of my better days, and she was obviously intoxicated, but I do have a witness that she thought I was English. Ha!
Left during the Killers set to head back for the DC United game, won by the home side over the hated Metroscum 4-3. More shite officiating. I'd love to see MLS send their refs over to England for one wweekend and see how many of them come back alive. Stopped by the Rock and Roll Hotel and the Red and the Black on the way home and had random discussions with people about Czech absinthe.
Sunday went to the reserve match, which true to the night before, was marred by a bad ref, who ruined the game with one red card that wouldn't be called in my rec league. Went to help soemone move in the PM, before trying to play with my late group in the evening. Didn't do a whole lot as my body didn't feel up to snuff, probably all the running around and lack of food/sleep, but today is going fine.
Tonight I'm gonig to finally set up my table and play with my cat - he looked lonely this morning.
Thursday is Riot Van at the Hotel - LDP music basically with William Alberque DJing. let me know if you're headed out