Last night we wrote the definition of Wednesday. The entire evening was so top notch; I don’t think my prattle can convey the good times had by all. The work day got finished a little early due to our annual holiday party at the Law School. Lauren, my friend and former coworker, joined me for the festivities. The set up was a bit different from years past, but it worked out because the bar was right by the front door. Lauren decided to stay off the sauce for a bit because of last years amazing display. She could barely remember last year’s party, but I reminded her of the fact that she was openly hitting on the bartender while pounding the white wine. We made some rounds to sample the delicious selections that included an antipasto table (I ate a pigs worth of prosciutto), lamb curry, plantains, grilled shrimp (I drained the Atlantic), turkey, roast beef, a table where a chef would cook you a selected pasta dish and a desert table that included a chocolate fountain for fondue. Lauren and I managed to devour plate after plate of the delicious while avoiding unnecessary conversations. I did get to chat with Jose for a bit who was still giving David shit about the Mets. He never lets up. We shared our concern for the Jets though for some damn reason Jose is a Bills fan. Feeling the tryptofane kicking in, we said some goodbyes and bolted.
After a cold walk home, I was greeted by Kyle and a boiling apartment. 186 can be so unpredictable. In the morning it’s typically freezing, but at night it’s a toss up. Some times the place makes you sweat on other occasions you have to keep your coat on. Noah joined us for awhile, and as I’m typing this, I’m reminded that we forgot to rip the new Trail of Dead record to The Future. It looks like Noah may have to come by again soon. Jin also cruised in to hang out before going to the show. They ordered food while I tried to digest the lump in my stomach. Alister and his friend (Cathy? Judy? Ummm?) came over for a hot minute, (sorry about that one). We sat around doing knifers until it was time to hit the road.
On our walk to the Bowery, Jin and I got wrapped up in a discussion about Full House. One of the points raised was in regards to Uncle Joey sleeping in the living room. If you remember the shows earlier days (pre-basement remodeling), Joey Gladstone was forced to live in a small cove located under the stairs in the rear corner of the living room. As many of you also know, Joey was a comedian which probably means he has some skeletons in the closet, (jail time perhaps?). The basis of my inquiry was if Joey was living in a cove in the Tanner’s house, he must have gone through some sort of rough period. Maybe he just got released from rehab. Maybe he was a degenerate gambler who was hiding from bookies. Some might say he was brought in to help Stephanie, Michelle and DJ through the rough times following their mothers death, but would he just move in? Anyway, think about that and get back to me. In addition, is Uncle Jesse from the same Greek Island as Balki Bartokomous?
We stepped out of the cold and into the Bowery as Raising the Fawn was finishing up their set. The band was quite awful so I retreated to the basement to say hello to Merida and Frank who were tending to the many drinkers at last night’s show. Merida was yelling across the bar to Frank in regards to this blog and since I know she’ll read this at some point so….
Merida, you have to understand, this is an incredibly dorky process. I’m sitting here keeping an online diary, and here you are yelling across the bar about how great it is. I’m a lonely guy, and this sort of thing isn’t going to help the cause. Please keep reading, but can we not gush about it in front of all the hipsters. Thanks.
Yeah, so Merida, I’m just kidding. Please keep talking about it. It makes me blush. Its always nice to hear that someone besides Builder is reading this. Hopefully Bango will get on the train, and then soon we’ll even have Jim keeping tabs via Good Times Roll. Probably not, but anyway thanks to Frank and Merida for hooking me up with the supersized vodka tonics. This morning was a bit rough, but I found a coffee and donut room in the Law School so I medicated heavily. Jin and I ran into her friend Doug the Lawyer and kicked about for awhile.
After the opener finished, I found Liz who was fresh off a study session. We made our way to the back corner where we found a very drunk Action. He was going so strong. He came down to the Bowery straight from a few hours of drinking at his own work party. Once again the topic turned to football and Liz grew disinterested. Then all of a sudden they hit the stage. I’m using the pronoun ‘they’ liberally because there must have been a total of 15 musicians (including The Stills) who contributed to the Broken Social Scene last night. At different points in the evening there must have been 10 or 11 people on stage. It was like one big Canadian musical orgy. It was such a lively show, (after the first couple slow spaced out jams). As Mia showed up to the back corner we were talking about KC Accidental and at that moment they launched into the intro guitar riff. It caused me to go a little nuts. Though I’ll never see them play a set like Coachella, last night came pretty damn close. They played for nearly 2 and ½ hours which was obviously welcomed as indicated by the full room as they finally finished. They didn’t give a damn who stuck around. They were just playing for the sake of playing. Apparently it was the end of two years of touring for them, so let’s hope it wasn’t some sort of good bye.
By the end of the show we were surrounded by a solid crew of monkeys that included Lucy, Tumblehawk, Daylen, Beach, Meredith, Sarah, Denise, Brian, Ryan, some kids I didn’t know and a whole lot of the Bowery crew. We all rocked out well into the night to a set that included some great hand clapping during Stars and Sons and some killer scotch hop during Cause=Time and Almost Crimes. During the show I was bouncing between the basement and the main floor. Thankfully I was upstairs when the beautiful Emily Haines took the microphone (and my heart) for a stunning rendition of Anthems for a 17 Year Old Girl. Maybe it was the eight man back drop, but she was gorgeous last night. Now if only she’d drop the Bono hand motions we could get married.
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Belki is from Mepos, an autonomous nation known for its goats, and not affiliated in any way with Greece.
so melos was just an imaginary country. something dreamed up? if this is the case i would think larry appleton wouldn't have invited him in to be his roommate. i mean, dude was neurotic. but anyway, was uncle jesse from greece? I can't remember where he came from.
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