This puppet has loosened its strings; now he’s cutting up paper & fashioning wings
(That’s a Hugh McGowan lyric reference. Just another local musician I’d never heard of before but now listen to all the time.)
So anyway, SPRING IS AWESOME. I can tell because good, fun things are happening.
Reviewing my Saturday til its 5a ending, I think I really made use of a great 50-degree day: brunch with BB, an extended sabbatical at Sephora where I finally came away with a new summer perfume (”Sake”, by Fresh) which is taking a while for me to get used to because it makes me smell like a person I’ve never met…then I went to an indoor driving range with J., which was insane because the wall is 10 feet away from your putting area so when you slam the golf balls they travel for about .003 seconds before crashing into the wall in front of you. It was really funny too, because they have these webcams that record your swing so you can watch it afterwards and learn what’s wrong with your stance, etc. But J. and I just stared at our bodies: “God, is my butt really that big?” “Do I really have such awful posture?” “Man, I hate myself.” But it was all in good fun.
Then we picked up S. and drove over to other S.’s party in Dorchester where J. and I proceeded to beat everyone in pool. Then I 86′d over to the Paradise where Ry had his big (sold out again) show, which I watched in a corner from the 3rd floor balcony because it was so crowded with ex-high school football stars and dancing hippies. Afterwards I joined D. Miraglia and T. Storch, also singers of the Beantown scene, and retreated to T.’s kitchen for our own afterparty since the boys were more interested in drinking and talking to girls who’d put out (even though our company was way more enjoyable). So that was it: I made two new pals, and they’re actually girls! Who’d have thought?
And now, I offer up the bulk of my Sunday to the sacrificial alter of Perpetual Childcare. Someone’s gotta pay the bills…