Today I…
-Saw the sunrise
-Caught some brown trout
-Fixed a weed wacker
-Detailed a camper van
-Visited two pawn shops
And its only 1:30. Not bad for a city boy.
Roseland
I consider myself a fairly thick skinned person. And I recognize that at any concert there is a certain percentage of attendees that are just going to be assholes. I guess that’s true for most public places. And when you’re stuck in a confined area, it’s inevitable that you will cross paths with some of these assholes at some point. It’s just unavoidable. The key is to not let them bother you. Relocate, ignore, dismiss… do whatever you have to do to make sure they don’t ruin the experience for you. I felt bad for my wife last night, she had several such run-ins and was unable to let them go. And, in turn, I think it ruined her evening a bit.
Anyway I won’t get into a bunch of negative details because overall, I enjoyed the show alot. Alabama Shakes were fantastic live. The band can really crank out that retro Muscle Shoals sound and Brittany Howard is the real deal up front. I had heard they were tight, and they definitely didn’t disappoint. And of course Jack White put on a great show. We got mostly his female band, with the male band coming out just for the encore. My highlights were Carolina Drama, Hotel Yorba and Catch Hell Blues. In the end, the music rescued what might have been an unpleasant experience.
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The Monday Hangover (via thoughtcatalog) The Monday Hangover occurs not when you’ve drank too much the night before. On the contrary, it happens when you’ve done too little on the past Sunday. Sundays often operate on extremes. They hold a mirror up to your life. Sometimes the mirror is pristine and sometimes it’s cracked with coke residue. When it’s the former, Sundays have the ability to make you feel sublimely happy, like your life is full and complete. It reminds you that you’re surrounded by love and living in a wonderful city with solid friends. Everything slides down your throat like the creamy soft serve ice cream you’ll devour after you have your obligatory life-affirming brunch. (So much laughter! So many mimosas! People are definitely jealous of all the fun your table is having!) The whole day feels lazy, hazy, and dreamy. You walk idly from shop to shop, maybe even buying that book you’ve been meaning to read. (It will look really good on your bookshelf. Who cares if you actually read it.) Before you know it, it’s 5 PM so you go home to your apartment to listen to some soothing music, cook dinner, clean your room a bit, and read in bed. It’s the perfect amount of sloth. You never feel restless, you just feel rested. Then you sleep amazingly, like you’ve been drugged, and you wake up on Monday feeling lucid and bright. So blessed right now… |
