After a bit, it all gets fuzzy
Yesterday was a long day. I was either cleaning out something, carrying something, driving a car, or sulking in the basement until slightly after halftime of the KU / UCLA game.
It's kind of complicated, but it involved a trip to my grandmother's house in KC to contribute some strong back, getting upset with the boys (and via that, myself), and basically having some sort of combination depressive episode / hissy fit.
I snapped out of it thanks to a pressing urge to actually see how KU was doing and the urgent desire to see exactly what happens to tequila after being left in an end table for thirty years. The answers were "poorly" and "turns into alcoholic jet fuel", for those keeping track.
After watching the game, drinking some sort of drunken slushy, and watching the 100th episode of Dirty Jobs, I grabbed my jacket and camera and went to the Replay. I figured I'd hang out for a bit, have a beer or two, and shoot some pictures. My brother and his friends showed up, then there were random people all evening long, along with the craziness that was Peelander-Z.
The look on Brado's face after the P-Z's went first was priceless. "How are we going to follow that?!" he asked. In return, I asked why he's let them go first. His response? "IT WASN'T MY IDEA!", followed by a return to the panicked look.
Pictures of last night are up at nuthouseblog, along with shows from the past couple of months. If everything goes well, I should be shooting Big D & the Kids Table, Ted Leo, the Dollyrots, and a crapton of other artists over the next few months. Interviews, too. All hail diverse content!
It's kind of complicated, but it involved a trip to my grandmother's house in KC to contribute some strong back, getting upset with the boys (and via that, myself), and basically having some sort of combination depressive episode / hissy fit.
I snapped out of it thanks to a pressing urge to actually see how KU was doing and the urgent desire to see exactly what happens to tequila after being left in an end table for thirty years. The answers were "poorly" and "turns into alcoholic jet fuel", for those keeping track.
After watching the game, drinking some sort of drunken slushy, and watching the 100th episode of Dirty Jobs, I grabbed my jacket and camera and went to the Replay. I figured I'd hang out for a bit, have a beer or two, and shoot some pictures. My brother and his friends showed up, then there were random people all evening long, along with the craziness that was Peelander-Z.
The look on Brado's face after the P-Z's went first was priceless. "How are we going to follow that?!" he asked. In return, I asked why he's let them go first. His response? "IT WASN'T MY IDEA!", followed by a return to the panicked look.
Pictures of last night are up at nuthouseblog, along with shows from the past couple of months. If everything goes well, I should be shooting Big D & the Kids Table, Ted Leo, the Dollyrots, and a crapton of other artists over the next few months. Interviews, too. All hail diverse content!