Coming home late
Mar. 20th, 2006 01:03 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
garranI've never had much trouble doing that thing where one simultaneously pats one's head and rubs one's stomach, but it turns out that it's harder when I try it on my dog.
Today, there was no AD&D; instead I went with Andrew and David to watch Elise (and a bunch of other people whose names are not as important) perform* in the closing ceremonies to the celtic fest, which is one of those big annual Vancouver events that I somehow usually manage to completely ignore. I began the night somewhat antisocial and introspective, but eventually ended up having a lot of fun; all of the acts were pleasant (he says vaguely, lacking the language or the experience to talk about this style of music with much precision), with the sole exception of the final band, who actually made 'The Devil Went Down To Georgia' painful to listen to. There were tiny weapons, sculpted from chocolate coin wrappers, and David and I went out for dinner afterwards, and generally talked more than we had for a long time.
(* When I made my last mix, which was for Elise, I wrote on the disc, in coloured felt pen, like so: '"Hungry Ghosts" mix / for Elise on her Birthday' (her birthday is at the end of the month; I gave it to her early). Sometime after I had done this, but before I had handed it over, I looked at it, thought, 'the fiddler's green!', and collapsed into helpless giggling.)
Things that I do not appreciate, although I would like to because they are hip:
Today, there was no AD&D; instead I went with Andrew and David to watch Elise (and a bunch of other people whose names are not as important) perform* in the closing ceremonies to the celtic fest, which is one of those big annual Vancouver events that I somehow usually manage to completely ignore. I began the night somewhat antisocial and introspective, but eventually ended up having a lot of fun; all of the acts were pleasant (he says vaguely, lacking the language or the experience to talk about this style of music with much precision), with the sole exception of the final band, who actually made 'The Devil Went Down To Georgia' painful to listen to. There were tiny weapons, sculpted from chocolate coin wrappers, and David and I went out for dinner afterwards, and generally talked more than we had for a long time.
(* When I made my last mix, which was for Elise, I wrote on the disc, in coloured felt pen, like so: '"Hungry Ghosts" mix / for Elise on her Birthday' (her birthday is at the end of the month; I gave it to her early). Sometime after I had done this, but before I had handed it over, I looked at it, thought, 'the fiddler's green!', and collapsed into helpless giggling.)
Things that I do not appreciate, although I would like to because they are hip:
- Sushi
- Kilts
- The music of Broken Social Scene
AchewoodActually, I get Achewood now.
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Date: 2006-03-20 04:45 pm (UTC)Yeah, that's the song. I find it totally hypnotic but in a non-spaced-out way somehow... like, you can maintain enough distance from it to conciously enjoy it on top of it's trance-like qualities? Or something.
Thanks! I didn't! Stupid alarm clocks, I'm going to join the Work Less Party 'cause I like their slogan.
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Date: 2006-03-20 09:37 pm (UTC)Is their slogan, "Work Less!"?
-Andy H.
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Date: 2006-03-21 08:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-21 09:44 am (UTC)-Andy