in this twilight
Whoa... abandoned blog. 'Scuse me while I blow off some dust and cut the lights back on.
Halloween weekend was generally full of win. Friday, we went downtown. I, for lack of better ideas, put on my Southern gentleman outfit... thanks Momma Rin3y for getting that in order. I had thought there was going to be a little more variety in my group's costumes though, so unfortunately it ended up being either pimps, santas, santa pimps, Mrs. Santa Pimp....or me in civil war era eveningwear. Hm.
Anyway, we went to Tsunami for dinner, discovering therein that using chopsticks while wearing formal gloves is sort of tricky. Then we went to Vickery's and pretty much camped out. It wasn't extravagantly interesting - we ended up back home by midnight. Ah well!
Saturday we road-tripped up to Greenville to see Nine Inch Nails. I had seen them before, the last time they came to G'Ville, but the new tour, called "Lights In The Sky", completely reset the bar in terms of live shows. The technical aspects of it were staggering; they had the best visual effects I've seen in a live show to date. I'll have some cheesy iPhone pics in a bit, as soon as it quits misbehaving. Overall great concert experience; some minor testosterone-related thrashing during the faster songs, making necessary a bit of blocking for the lady among our group, but generally a well-behaved (if smoky) crowd. I did get smacked around quite a bit by the long hair of the girl standing next to me, headbanging. Her hair smelled really good though, so I didn't see fit to complain.
Before and after the show, we attended the City Tavern, a location made remarkable in my mind by its offerings of frozen Jager bomb slushies. These were well-received. We also got dinner ahead of time at Trio, which had excellent food and frighteningly efficient and friendly service. Recommended.
We got back to the hotel, and I had a waking dream about the chair next to the bed melting. The next day, we wandered in search of breakfast. We found a little cafe, Cafe Paris, with a good menu, and placed an order. There wasn't a properly sized table inside, so we went out onto the street and sat down at one of the outside tables. Presently, a bartender with pink eyeshadow and a voice like a Marlboro factory on fire came out and told us that the table, indeed, belonged to their establishment, Sharkey's, and that we couldn't sit there once they opened in a half-hour or so. We thanked her for the knowledge. Immediately thereafter, the manager came out and asked us to leave forthwith, owing to some manner of upset with the owner of the cafe. We, seeking happy compromise, offered to buy a round of drinks once their establishment opened, making us legit customers. No, said the manager, our obvious intention to give them money in exchange for their goods and services disinteresting to them. Huh. So we buggered off back to the cafe and pushed some tables together. In summation, Cafe Paris in Greenville was cute and pleasant with quite reasonable upscale-ish cafe food. Sharkey's, next door, is staffed by uncompromising assholes and you should never ever go there (I have it on good authority that it's a shithole anyway). Epilogue to this, when we left the cafe 20 minutes after Sharkey's opening time, not a single one of their outdoor tables, including the one we were at, had a single customer at them.
Halloween weekend was generally full of win. Friday, we went downtown. I, for lack of better ideas, put on my Southern gentleman outfit... thanks Momma Rin3y for getting that in order. I had thought there was going to be a little more variety in my group's costumes though, so unfortunately it ended up being either pimps, santas, santa pimps, Mrs. Santa Pimp....or me in civil war era eveningwear. Hm.
Anyway, we went to Tsunami for dinner, discovering therein that using chopsticks while wearing formal gloves is sort of tricky. Then we went to Vickery's and pretty much camped out. It wasn't extravagantly interesting - we ended up back home by midnight. Ah well!
Saturday we road-tripped up to Greenville to see Nine Inch Nails. I had seen them before, the last time they came to G'Ville, but the new tour, called "Lights In The Sky", completely reset the bar in terms of live shows. The technical aspects of it were staggering; they had the best visual effects I've seen in a live show to date. I'll have some cheesy iPhone pics in a bit, as soon as it quits misbehaving. Overall great concert experience; some minor testosterone-related thrashing during the faster songs, making necessary a bit of blocking for the lady among our group, but generally a well-behaved (if smoky) crowd. I did get smacked around quite a bit by the long hair of the girl standing next to me, headbanging. Her hair smelled really good though, so I didn't see fit to complain.
Before and after the show, we attended the City Tavern, a location made remarkable in my mind by its offerings of frozen Jager bomb slushies. These were well-received. We also got dinner ahead of time at Trio, which had excellent food and frighteningly efficient and friendly service. Recommended.
We got back to the hotel, and I had a waking dream about the chair next to the bed melting. The next day, we wandered in search of breakfast. We found a little cafe, Cafe Paris, with a good menu, and placed an order. There wasn't a properly sized table inside, so we went out onto the street and sat down at one of the outside tables. Presently, a bartender with pink eyeshadow and a voice like a Marlboro factory on fire came out and told us that the table, indeed, belonged to their establishment, Sharkey's, and that we couldn't sit there once they opened in a half-hour or so. We thanked her for the knowledge. Immediately thereafter, the manager came out and asked us to leave forthwith, owing to some manner of upset with the owner of the cafe. We, seeking happy compromise, offered to buy a round of drinks once their establishment opened, making us legit customers. No, said the manager, our obvious intention to give them money in exchange for their goods and services disinteresting to them. Huh. So we buggered off back to the cafe and pushed some tables together. In summation, Cafe Paris in Greenville was cute and pleasant with quite reasonable upscale-ish cafe food. Sharkey's, next door, is staffed by uncompromising assholes and you should never ever go there (I have it on good authority that it's a shithole anyway). Epilogue to this, when we left the cafe 20 minutes after Sharkey's opening time, not a single one of their outdoor tables, including the one we were at, had a single customer at them.