How does one recap a weekend that was determined to be awesome with or without a blizzard? If you don't live in the Northeast, then you may not know that we got pounded by a winter storm on Saturday night and into Sunday morning. According to NY1 the storm ranked second on New York's all time total snow fall list. Though my feet are consistently wet, I welcome the snow and the chance to taste winter. Without this taste, the summer wouldn't be nearly as sweet.

The weekend began with a shift at Webster Hall for the Feist, Mates of State and Jason Collett show. The show was totally sold out which had me a bit worried, but most of the folks were pleasant and the bands were sweet hearts. As I walked into the office, the dressing room door was open and inside Feist performed a couple tracks for a video shoot. My heart melted as I watched her move through a couple beautiful tunes. I'm nowhere near a fan - mainly because I've never heard her music - but a woman that stunning with a voice of equal proportions is bound to win over any guy. Though I didn't watch too much of the entire concert, I did manage to sneak upstairs to see Mates of State rock out "Goods (All In Your Head)" (Quicktime video) which became one of my favorite songs after seeing the video on New York Noise. See them on tour in early March deep into April.

After the show, Shannon picked me up in a cab and we hit the Bowery for a couple of drinks with Julia, Beach, Kelley and Will. The club was packed full of sweaty dudes who smelled something fierce. Mission of Burma is definitely not a young girls in short skirts style rock band. We opted to leave the locker room behind and jumped out to the Bushwick Country Club in Brooklyn. This is PBR Roberts' establishment, and you could never tell he's the owner by the way he busts his ass behind the bar all evening. I thought they were just supposed to put their feet up while sitting in a pile of liquid revenue. Anyway, we were joined by Nate, Amy, Sonya, Ian, Meredith and some other folks before the evening (and miniature golf) grew old. After some major disappointment at the hands of Dr. Tequila Pants, I snagged Shannon and we cruised back to the city.

We waited outside the Orchard Bar for a few minutes to wait for folks to leave so the bar could accommodate two kids like us. Once we got inside we took up some space against the wall and didn't really raise much of a stink. The night grew blurry, but we managed to stop into Mercury Lounge where Greg hooked us up with a couple drinks. We couldn't get through them and decided the an end to the night was long overdue.

Saturday began as a work day. The Loose crew met at 186 somewhere around 1pm and had a solid session. Then I dicked around on the future for a couple hours putting together a couple mixtapes for Christian and Lucy's party. Around 9pm I slipped into the back of the Mercury Lounge to catch the Sound Team set with Ackerman, Beach and Smitty. Outside of the crackling from the bass cabinet, their set was great. Those Austin boys always seem to impress me. Their sound approaches fellow Texan Spoon and New York City's The Walkmen, but they keep it bouncy and fun despite what must be a self-imposed "No Smiles" rule for the band.

When I went back out into the snow it was apparent that a walk to Fontana's with my crate of CD's would be a pain in the ass, so I cabbed with some jackass who didn't know where he to go, but refused to take direction. I finally got to the bar around 10:30pm, and was instantly swept upstairs into the DJ spot. If you haven't been to the bar yet, you are in for a treat. To say it is huge would be an understatement. If feels like three bars in one with enough room for the LES douche clientele and the tragically hip to co-mingle. With all this lounge space there were friend's littered all over the place.

My brief DJ set was so fun. Shannon kept me company up in the perch until the larger portions of the crew began to trickle in. If I had to hand out a MVP award, it would definitely go to Ms. Erickson who was out of control from the moment I saw her. She was fantastic. Other super drunk kids include Kyle, Dee, Dan and Sean Bones. The big winner of the evening was definitely (me, wait, no) Ackerman for reasons only folks at the party would know. I'd also like to thank the bar guy from the bar (sorry I can't remember your name) for keeping my hands full of drinks. Around 4am Dana, Nicky and I put Shannon and Meredith in a cab before heading North through the snow. In the middle of Allen Street Dana performed a perfect Running Man into a wipe out; a great night indeed.

Sidenote: Whoever unscrewed the top to the hot peppers in the pizza shop on Essex can eat a dick. You ruined a beautiful slice of chicken, tomato and onion.

Sunday was crazy. The day began with the roommates plus Dee trudging through the snow in search of food. When Clinton Street Bakery looked like the only open spot on the block, we decided to eff the crowd and head toward Supper. After the meal we went to Key Foods and Discover Wine for Snow Day provisions. We returned to 186 where a "No Shoes and PJ Pants Only" rule was imposed. We wasted the day doing work, watching A Few Good Men and eventually I cooked a big dinner. We dined on roasted chicken and potatoes, asparagus and zucchini with parmesan. Thankfully Dan waited until most of the chicken was gone before he threw it on the ground.

Later that evening I met with Shannon, Sarah and Emily for another round of Sound Team at Bar 13's weekly Shout party. The room was rightfully empty when we arrived, but by the time they went on around 20 folks braved the weather to check out their set. Seeing them back to back night's proved they are consistently tight. The volume was at startling levels, but it was nothing a couple napkins couldn't solve. They seem like such nice guys, and a conversation with bill the bassist only confirmed those suspicions. Head out to Fat Baby tonight where they'll play their final show before heading out of the 212. Pray they play "No More Birthdays" and "Fastest Man Alive".

We finished off the show with a nightcap and some tipsy conversation before I ducked out and returned home to do some work. I was completely satisfied by this rollercoaster of a weekend.

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