Whew…What a Mood.
Well, “The Mood” seems to be more or less gone, so that’s a good thing.
But, why is it that whenever I get stuck in crappy traffic, that I get stuck behind a chain smoker? What the heck is up with that?
Tonight we had Klumpen’s band concert, and they did ok, but thank goodness it was short.
Speaking of concerts, Cowboy Mouth was, as expected, excellent. We missed the first act, Griffin House, but were in time for Zox. They were interesting. A very eclectic blend of styles.
And while the show was excellent, my partner for the night was not my husband, as expected, but my daughter. TOH managed to hurt his back before we left, so I grabbed Klumpen and off we went. I had reservations about taking her to a semi-skeevy place like the 9:30 Club, but she had a great time. And there was a girl a lot youner than Klumpen up on the balcony with us.
Speaking of Klumpen, I came to the realization this evening that in two months and 5 days that she’ll turn 14! I’m not ready.
Anyway, back to the show. High energy from start to finish. Fred even came running around on the balcony as he did during a show back in 2000. But this time, rather than climbing up directly from the stage, he came up the stairs, and a 9:30 Club employee came with him with a flashlight to make sure he didn’t break his neck. LOL
And, he didn’t sweat all over anyone’s coat, but that’s a different story.
I’m all about the non-sequitor tonight, I guess.
Cowboy Mouth played for two hours straight, and Klumpen and I were hoarse by the time they finished. As we were leaving, we passed the Southern Comfort Tour Bus as the bus driver (?) was walking out with a garbage bag full of what sounded like glass bottles. Hmmm….
DC has too many one way streets. And they all go the wrong way. I spent about 1/2 an hour trying to get back to 14th Street so I could get home. I could see where I wanted to be, but I couldn’t get there! We only saw one hooker, though, so I must have missed the worst neighborhoods.
Knittingwise, I’ve been slacking still. I’ve managed to do a portion on my exchange gift, but I had to rip it out and do it twice. I missed some yarn overs or some stitches or something, and it was just horrid. So, I had to rip back and start a repeat over. And I did get some done on my niece’s sock tonight at the band concert.
Chevy has decided that my exchange gift makes an excellent bed. I’ve caught her playing baby on it several times, so I finally had to put it in a bag away from her. And now she’s decided to lick the plastic bag. She’s a goofy old thing.
Speaking of birthdays, Mewp turned 11 last week, and Chevy will be 16 next month. Even my furry babies are getting old. But I’m still 24.
So, now it’s time to get some sleep. I still haven’t had the meeting from hell at work, and I think it may happen this week.