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Sun, 04 Jun 2006 Quite the busy day yesterday! Some swimming and general lazing around in the sun (at least I look a little less day-glo now, jeezus, and for the record, sucks to you paleface bastards who can't take a few hours of direct sun without burning—I'm the fairest I've ever been and I have nary a touch of the stuff) followed by some general walking around downtown ending up at this nifty authentic Mexican place. A tacos al pastor and guac-made-right-at-the-table later, we were out and about again, only to stumble into some gelatto (including what's probably the strongest lemon-lime flavored shit ever—like eating concentrated lemonade powder in sorbet form). After a bit more ambulation, it was time to head home and clean up for the evening's festivities, but not before stopping by Waterloo Records and picking up entirely too many Van der Graaf Generator CDs, and one by a newish local band, Thirteen of Everything. All you prog lovers will enjoy their shit immensely—a dash of Floyd, a punch (no, not a pinch, a punch) of Genesis, and a solid instrumental foundation slathered in originality. Said festivities comprised Texas two-step (and some swing and waltz and what-have-you) at the Broken Spoke. SCS and I were joined by Marissa and Dylan, and we all had a grand ole' time (once the drama of accidentally running into The She-Devil and Sloppy Seconds blew over, anyway). Now, back to work for a little while. Little baby VoIP boxes everywhere will be lost without their ringing spec. [ permalink | 0 comments (add one you lazy bastard!) ] writebacks (add one you lazy bastard!)post a comment: |
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