|nothing ever came of a life that was a simple one
||[Jan. 7th, 2002|01:00 pm]
ah, the weekend. Blessed weekend. |
Extraordinarily fun Friley celebration. At least for me. So.. much.. dancing. Mindy and I picked Madeline up from the airport and forced her to come along with us.
Mindy was feeling under the weather, but I still managed to dance with her once, and I finally managed to get the patented "Mindy scissor dance" down pat, so we were spinning like crazy, and I was tired as hell by the end of it. But God knows that didn't stop me. I danced with Madeline (who's quite good), and Christina (who I first met at the New Years Party), and another gal that Pete (the manager type person) made me dance with. I had a blast figuring out how to weave my partners and myself in and out of the always crowded "dance floor".
Bonnie came into town. It's the first time she's been in Texas for 3 years. We travelled over to Cha-chee's, and assembled friends: Eric, Jennifer, Nicole, Colleen, Mindy, and Cha-chee (naturally). After watching some Bastard Squad, going to eat Thai food, and coming back to play video games, Bonnie, myself, Mindy, and Jennifer decided to go hit 6th street. And hit it we did. Hard.
We started the night at Ocean's 11 (the bar, not the movie), where we met up with Megan, and all had "fruity but strong drinks with monkeys". That's how we ordered them. While there, Mindy and I played a game of pool (which I narrowly won), Mindy was hit on by some guy who recognized her from World Gym, and I saw Megan (a different Megan), an extraordinarily pretty waitress from Riley's. I think she was on a date, but that didn't stop me from giving her my monkey.
It was at this point that Jennifer (already in her cups), began saying "I don't think I'm going to drink anymore". Like good friends, we chose to ignore this. No one ever really means that. Anyhow, we went on to the Cheers Shot Bar, where we had flaming Dr. Peppers. Jesus Christ, that was an experience. A pyramidal inferno of beer and liquor.
Time passed on, and we went to the Aquarium. It's always a strange, claustrophobic experience. The only reason this bar exists is for young, attractive people to hook up. There's absolutely no pretense at all. No "nice weather we're having" or "I couldn't help but hear you saying". You just start talking to people. Oh, and they're usually blaring an obscene Prince song.
We went to one more bar after that, and then Mindy dropped Bonnie and I off at my place, since we were both a little too soused to drive.
Mindy picked us up in the morning, and we went to Magnolia Cafe', to show off an Austin tradition to Bonnie, and to eat migas. Well, that was MY goal, anyhow. After retrieving Bonnie's car, Bonnie loaded her stuff up and headed back to MS, dropping me off at a rental car place along the way.
I had a blast hanging out with ya, girl. Come back and visit sooner than 3 years from now, okay? I know that Mississippi is wonderland of milk and honey and all, but you can tear yourself away for one weekend, okay?
So I acquired another Ford Focus for the week. This one had a little less than 300 miles on it, and it's a brand new 2002 model. It's got a 6 disc changer, too. Wicked.
So I drove it to Riley's for the Irish Music Jam, which was actually "a session", which is.. erm, an Irish music jam. Anyhow, I was hoping to find a concertina player amongst the 20 or so folks who showed up, so that I can get someone to teach me, rather than going at it alone. I actually did meet one player (John). Unfortunately, he plays the English concertina, which is totally different from the "anglo concertina", which I'm learning to play. The concertina players he knows in town all play English, as well. PISS. Still, I had good time, and met a lot of nice people, all of whom looked exactly what you'd expect them to. Wes, there was a very old man who was a wondrous bodhran player. There were mandolins, guitars, whistles, 4 fiddles, and a couple of flutes.
Probably the most impressive thing about the session was the way the players picked up on songs. You'd have about 20 players sitting around, and one fiddle player would say "So and so is an extraordinary player and a great songwriter. Here's one of his tunes". He'd start playing by himself, and within a minute or so, everyone had joined in. Scott, more than anyone I know, would've been at home there. Anyhow, I had a couple of beers, and a remarkably good curry chicken dish. Mainly I just hung out and listened to the session, though.
And that was the weekend.