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Monday, February 05, 2007
  Detailed Description of Weekend, You Will Be Riveted

After reading about MBs weekend, I decided to follow suit…

Got home from a fucking crazy ass yet successful day at work. Signed a tough lease in a tough center – 2000 sq ft to a tight ass Mexican restaurant called “Los Corrales”. Cool peeps. Antenna Farm was having trouble with the Afrikan Majik art files I had sent them and they needed them reformatted and resent immediately b/c production was supposed to start that day. Opened and resaved the files on my slow ass computer which probably took an hour longer than it should have. L got home and we chilled, watched some Walker Texas Ranger, I took a shower and we left to go find something to eat on the way to the picture show. There isnt shit as far as restaurants go near our new house (besides Little Caesar’s Pizza) so we decided to drive up to Jimmy Carter and drive around until we found something. I played L some choice cuts from the new Early Years record on the ride and then we changed over to the classic alternative channel on Sirius. Then remembered we had the Depeche Mode greatest hits in the car. Put that in and jammed down the boulevard. I really like that band a lot, late bloomer. Jimmy Carter is a desolate area as far as restaurants and we are getting kinda annoyed – options are looking bleak. We round a corner and the beacon call from the Ryan’s sign pulled us in. We were laughing as we pulled into the parking lot because how fucking cool is it that we are eating at a Ryan’s on a Friday night. It reminded me of that scene in Tommy Boy where they are driving and the Carpenters comes on the radio and they look at each other and say “I can live with it if you can” – then seconds later they are jamming so hard. That was us. We walk in and totally score the cool waiter. Sit down and immediately overhear a conversation a table of elementary school kids talking about how 50 Cent got shot. They were acting it out. Round one – salad. Round two – fried chicken, mashed taters, pizza, fried shrimp, onion ring. Round three – veggie tray. Round four – apple pie with what I thought was vanilla ice cream, turned out to be coffee and the combo almost made me barf. Stopped eating. As we were walking out we hear the manager say they had just converted this Ryan’s from a Fire Mountain. Got a call from Paul at Antenna Farm – the files are still fucked up. Drive to the theater and we are there super early so we decide to walk into a movie where it doesn’t matter if we come in late. That movie – Epic Movie. Total shitstorm. I think we were in there for 30 minutes and laughed once. God awful. Leave the theater and walk over to our flick – Catch and Release. L really wanted to see it and she liked it a lot. Kevin Smith sucked eggs as usual. Home, watched some tube, headed to bed.

Woke up at 7am on Saturday to the dog barking from her crate. L let her out and went for a 10 mile (!!!) run with her aunt as I went back to work on the France artwork reworking. Took me a good hour to reconfigure that shit AGAIN and send it off. Turns out this time it worked. Get dressed and take it to the Quick Trip less than half a mile from my house to get a gas can and some gas for the lawn mower. Its fucking freezing out. Filling up the gas can when this 80 year old woman almost runs me over with her car as im standing at a pump. She gives me an eat shit look after she jammed on the breaks like I was doing something wrong. Fuck that. Grab a quizzle (if you don’t know, now you do) and head home to get the mower working. Get the thing started after ripping the skin off my finger and deciding to wear gloves after I almost cried b/c it was so cold and my hand hurt like shit. Mow the lawn and it takes me the time to get through 2 records on my ipod. The Sea and Cake’s first record and Royal Trux – Veteran’s of Disorder. Finish that shit and come inside to help L put up some curtains and clean up b/c we were having a few family members over to see the house. They get there around 1 and we spend about 20 minutes giving them the tour afterwords we decide to go to lunch and after giving my mom, close family friend, and grams the choices my grandmother speaks forth – “Red Lobster sounds fine”. Done. RL is blowing up bet we are seated within 5 minutes. Jam some cheddar bay jam some shrimp, shit is right. Even sneak a few biscuits home in L’s purse. Say adios to the family and head back so L can get a nap in while I head to the grocery store to get shit for the super bowl. Kroger is insane and witnessed two verbal discussions between angry parties. Found everything on my list except wonton wrappers and qtips. Get home – unpack the groceries and get in touch with Zieg who is coming down for the Yo La Tengo show. Oh yeah, and during this point I instant message with Rippy about some crazy ass shit. He has a good story to tell on his blog about this person he knows going on a camping trip. He arrives around 5:45 and then we leave to meet up with Elliott and Gus for dinner. Yacht club we meet up and get a big table. Brews. Ellie’s gotta dip to go introduce a band in front of a sold out Tabernacle. We tried to make him nervous about it. Jam several rounds of beers b/c we don’t care about the opener for YLT. Gerv and Big B show up along with Ice, SM, Jason, and Debbie. They were going to try to score some tickets. Ice and SM unfortunately didn’t have luck. As we are leaving the Yacht Club we hear this loud ass noise and look back up the street towards that hippy gathering area in Little 5. There is a land rover on the fucking sidewalk driving down right where everyone was walking. Commotion. We really cant figure out what is happening here but it seems like the dude is definitely drunk because he has hit a light pole and ripped his side mirror off. He then backs up and hits a gutter hanging off the building which becomes mangled but doesn’t fall off. He backs all the way up to Moreland flying. Rips it into gear and then comes flying down the street that the Variety is on flying by us at like 80. We try to get his license plate but fail. We get inside and Tenement Halls is still playing. They finish their set with “Let My Love Show You The Door” (is that title right) by Pete Townsend. Grab some brews and a spot in one of those side areas in the Variety. Sold out show but we were comfortable where we were. YLT starts and they are fucking awesome. Start out with a few quiet numbers and then rip into that first song on the new record. Ira is channeling god. Wailing so hard. Setlist is full of great ones. L left to go to the bathroom and I thought I heard her say she would be right back. It was a little while later that I thought I should go look for her to see if she was ok. The stongbows were way to sweet. I call into the women’s bathroom after waiting a bit and no one answered so I looked in the balcony and there she was. Sat up there until the they finished their first set. Pep this song selection to end the set – a really really building long ass version of “The Story Of Yo La Tengo” into “Blue Line Swinger” uber long version too. So to end their set they probably played 35 minutes of music in 2 songs – it was bad ass. The first encore consisted of “Stockholm Situation”, “Tried So Hard” (I think) from Fakebook and “Barnaby, Hardly Working”. Rad. They closed the show after being pulled out one more time with a Sun Ra song (not “Nuclear War”). Excellent show. Zieg drove home which was really nice of him. Got home around 1 and fell asleep to some TV.

Sunday began with the dog barking us awake again. Fell in and out of sleep until about 10 – L went to work and I worked on unpacking the dude room a little more. Went to publix and picked up the missing items from yesterday, picked up a sub. Went to Wal-Mart to grab a baking pan and overhead these two Mexican dudes talking about what I thought was Tejano music until I heard one use the word “cazongas”. So maybe they were talking about boobs. Got home and ate lunch while watching some super bowl coverage and the MLE (major league eating) brat championships. Kobayashi destroyed as usual, eating 58 brats in 10 minutes. Fucking insane. Watched tv for a bit and then started cooking for the party. I had to make cheese dip and wonton sausage cups (amazing). I made veggie versions too with fake sausage. Shit turned out great. L comes home from work and her ski lesson and we pack up and head out to KG and Randi’s. Get there and I forgot the non meat cheese dip. Head back to the house and miss 2 turns making my supposedly quick jaunt into a cross city trek. In turning around I pass “Strokers” a famous strip club here in ATL that is mentioned in the song “Welcome To Atlanta”. “I hit Strokers on Lean”. Get back to the party and the food display is truly amazing. Everything from Gus’ chili to 5L mini kegs of Coors Light to beef brisket to 7 layer dip to candy bar brownies. Ate it up. L was tired approaching the 3rd quarter end so she decided to head home. Thorn had me covered for a ride. The game was great, glad for Pey-Pey. I wished he had danced though. My favorite commercial was the Snickers one with the dudes kissing. Game ended and we hung out for a bit shooting the shit. It was fun. Made a $13 bet with gus on whether these two people who were at the party (no one here knows them) would hook up. Still waiting to find out who won. Thorn drove me home and I woke Laura up b/c I felt like talking (maybe that was the beers). Let her go back to sleep and I followed. Twas a good one.
 

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