to be sick. Really, though, I always get sick around this time of year so I wasn't surprised when my throat started to get scratchy a few days ago. I'm thinking this may have something to do with running down north avenue at 6am in the dark through four inches of snow trying to get to work.
Last weekend we had our new friends, Chris and Amber, over for a fantastic dinner lovingly prepared by my wife. Spinach strata with mashed potatoes and caramelized shallot gravy and garlic and shallot green beans was served with a wonderful new sonoma table red from work followed by a mango and pear pandoutie. Then - beer, lots of beer. In fact I had apparently done a splendid job of hiding the fact that I got entirely shitfaced. (word won't accept that as one word) After a bottle of wine, a bottle of Ommegang, a six pack of anchor christmas beer and a bomber of old suffolk, I think we were talking a little loudly. That paired with the fact that I typically go to bed at 9:30 these days (i know) I was ready for bed.
Because we were only drinking higher-quality ales I woke up feeling fine. In fact, I had remembered that the public sale for Wilco's five day residency at the Riviera Theatre started at ten a.m. I refreshed my browser at precisely ten and was able to score two tickets. I was surprised. I was so surprised that as soon as the transaction was complete I attempted to go back for more but at 10:05, the tickets for all five shows had been spoken for. While I haven't listened to wilco much lately, they are promising to play each song from their catalog during this residency, each night a unique setlist, making me giddy with excitement. Lately I have been excited about Bishop Allen, The National, the soundtrack to I'm Not There, and a number of unreleased early Joni Mitchell demos and bootlegs I recently acquired.
In other news my lovely Xtina and I will be returning to Grand Rapids for a limited three day engagement. The dates will be January 1st, 2nd and 3rd. This will be our christmas trip. The news alarmed my parents causing them to call me no less than three times last night trying to make, presumably, their first online purchase in a rush to have something for us to open on that sacred January second morning.
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look at you all bitin' my style talkin' about what the program says is or is not a word. you'll hear from my lawyer. er, wait...
know what would have improved that delicious-sounding dinner? meat. you should try it, really capable of quite a spectrum of flavors, marries well with a wide variety of other foodstuffs and drinks. who knows, maybe sometime you'll forget that you don't eat meat and accidentally order some. as for wilco playing every song in the catalog, i don't know if they could do that over five nights. it's a pretty large catalog if you count everything they've ever played. check wilcobase. and joni mitchell still sounds like an overamplified oscillating buzz from fluorescent tubes to me. wish you had more time around the g rap, hope to catch ya.
so jealous of your wilco tix. we thought about it for half a second and then realized with our luck we'd get the night they do sky blue sky.
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