So I never finished my tales of last weekend in southern California. As I posted earlier, Davíd Garza was fabulous. I definitely must listen to him more, and make it back to Largo again.
Friday. The beautiful weather continued the next day, as Kesha went to work, and Susan and I ran errands for that night’s after-party. In the evening, the three of us met up with Betsy at Le Petit Four for dinner. We ate outside on the front patio, which you’d be crazy to do in D.C. in January, as Betsy reminded me. The food was fabulous, and the atmosphere chic but not pretentious.
JLA and Deej met us at the Viper Room for Martha Wainwright’s gig. Cool place, but it was the other patrons that left a foul taste in our mouths. Apparently most of them hadn’t come for Martha specifically, so they continued yapping away during her set. She repeatedly told them to keep it down, but ah well, there’s no use arguing with drunks. It was an otherwise good show. We made it back to Kesha’s place (Cela joined us at that point) for the traditional post-concert after-party. Details omitted to protect the innocent.
Saturday. The morning uh, afternoon nope, evening after, we woke up and ate. And watched TV, during which I was made familiar with key storylines of As the World Turns. And slept. It’s all a little hazy now. All I remember is playing round after round of guerilla Taboo. Ha, that was fun.
Sunday. My vacation wrapped up the next day, as Kesha and I spurned the Super Bowl and instead went to see Chicago. Finally. (Well, “finally” for me; this was Kesha’s third time.) Ah, what a great movie. Hats off to Catherine Zeta-Jones. The “Cell Block Tango” makes me want to take up dancing again. We came back, and watched Super Bowl commercials (thanks to TiVo) and that earth-shattering episode of Alias. Susan, Kesha, and I had a phone conference afterwards. I believe the most used phrase was “Oh. My. God.” Ha, what a trip.
Thanks to my peeps for an awesome reunion! (A very small footnote: I watched part of Stuart Little 2 on the plane trip over there, and though it’s tedious, at least for adults, I have to admit: a mouse that talks, and wears a little sweater, jeans, and sneakers? How cute is that.)
