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Feb. 23rd, 2009 02:42 pmIt's been a mostly-uneventful few weeks here at the old homestead, and I'm pretty much okay with that. Between watching the entire run of "Legend of the Seeker" posted on Hulu, I have at least managed to get out of the house a few times.
Early last week I went to go listen to someone (note: autoplay music at that link) I "met" via Twitter play at IOTA, which gave me the opportunity to finally meet![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
crouchback after something like six or seven years. He and Huey and Chris and I ended up sitting in the restaurant section of IOTA rather than the club, so didn't actually see the show, but heard it just fine. Also, my impressive knowledge of Top 40 Eagles songs provided a "what just happened here" highlight of the evening. o_O A random woman walked over to our table, described to us the song "Hotel California" and asked what the name was. I must've won her some kind of awesome bet or something, because I absolutely cannot fathom the idea of anyone getting that excited about "Hotel California". The four of us at the table ended up pumpkining before 11 PM; so much for my rockin' cred, despite the Random Chick Incident. XD (That needs to be a band name.) It was a school night though, and some of us had to be up at OMG o'clock for work the next day. Justin's playing again this Saturday night, the late show at Jammin' Java, and I think I'm headed over. Anyone want to come with?
Saturday evening I was originally at loose ends and planning an evening on the sofa with pizza, beer, a movie, and the cat; instead I ended up going with a hot blond to see David Wilcox and Kim Richey at the Birchmere. Both performers I've been kind of "can take it or leave it" on when I occasionally hear them on XM, but live they are both fan-freakin'-tastic; I believe Companion and I were both completely smitten with Kim by the end of her set, and Companion, as far as I could tell, already had a man-crush on Wilcox. Showing up later than I originally expected turned out okay because the two seats together that the kind staffer found for us were in the middle of a table in the front row, right next to the stage. Score. Towards the end of the evening, because I am the very model of someone who's suave and debonair, as my companion was saying something this being "first date in a while" and it going well, I opened my mouth and this is what came out. *facepalm* Yes, people, I really am just that awesome. (For the record, it was quite fun, both for the fabulous company and for the music.)
Early last week I went to go listen to someone (note: autoplay music at that link) I "met" via Twitter play at IOTA, which gave me the opportunity to finally meet
crouchback after something like six or seven years. He and Huey and Chris and I ended up sitting in the restaurant section of IOTA rather than the club, so didn't actually see the show, but heard it just fine. Also, my impressive knowledge of Top 40 Eagles songs provided a "what just happened here" highlight of the evening. o_O A random woman walked over to our table, described to us the song "Hotel California" and asked what the name was. I must've won her some kind of awesome bet or something, because I absolutely cannot fathom the idea of anyone getting that excited about "Hotel California". The four of us at the table ended up pumpkining before 11 PM; so much for my rockin' cred, despite the Random Chick Incident. XD (That needs to be a band name.) It was a school night though, and some of us had to be up at OMG o'clock for work the next day. Justin's playing again this Saturday night, the late show at Jammin' Java, and I think I'm headed over. Anyone want to come with?Saturday evening I was originally at loose ends and planning an evening on the sofa with pizza, beer, a movie, and the cat; instead I ended up going with a hot blond to see David Wilcox and Kim Richey at the Birchmere. Both performers I've been kind of "can take it or leave it" on when I occasionally hear them on XM, but live they are both fan-freakin'-tastic; I believe Companion and I were both completely smitten with Kim by the end of her set, and Companion, as far as I could tell, already had a man-crush on Wilcox. Showing up later than I originally expected turned out okay because the two seats together that the kind staffer found for us were in the middle of a table in the front row, right next to the stage. Score. Towards the end of the evening, because I am the very model of someone who's suave and debonair, as my companion was saying something this being "first date in a while" and it going well, I opened my mouth and this is what came out. *facepalm* Yes, people, I really am just that awesome. (For the record, it was quite fun, both for the fabulous company and for the music.)
