More drama; More DVDs; Marah; Walk the Line; Brief trip to Woodrow's; BCM night and Of Montreal
1/16
I enjoyed my day off at a wonderfully leisurely pace. Char called and wanted me to show him where the vintage shops were, so we made a short trip of looking around the ones on Westheimer. I thought it'd be nice to ask Cindy out to dinner, so we went to Chuy's, where I introduced her to the wonders of the Cazarita and tried the Mexicob salad, which was quite pleasant. Afterwards we went to the Proletariat to catch one of Dan's DJ sets.
The evening wasn't particularly fun, as it turns out Cindy was upset that we did not hang out the past weekend (even though I told her ahead of time that I was probably going to spend most of my time hanging out with Randa and Sabrina. And this brought up the past complaints... Things didn't really resolve themselves, and I would spend the next couple of days unsure of what exactly the end result of all of this would be.
1/17
Will and I logged mroe DVD watching time, and bitched about women. He's good for that.
1/18
I was still a bit upset with Cindy (and things were still a bit up in the air) and so was OK when she was too busy with work obligations to see Marah do their Springsteen-esque rock thing at the Continental Club.
Regardless, I was there, as were Dan and Kristin, and I enjoyed Marah's competent working-class rock. The show didn't feature the over-the-top rock antics of their previous Houston show but was still plenty enjoyable.
1/19
Cindy and I had agreed to do a movie (on the condition that she wasn't still mad at me) and ended up at Walk the Line. I found it enjoyable. A bit to episodic and disconnected as biopics tend to be, but enjoyable none the less.
1/20
My notes seem to indicate that I stopped by Woodrow's to see Will but didn't stay long. It seems likely that I came home to play X-Men Legends on the GameCube for a while before bed.
1/21
The GSC had been trying to bring all of the BCM students (including the non-grad school ones) together for a social in order to engender good will between the programs, and, perhaps for some of them, bring in a fresh supply of young ladies.
I showed up with Cindy and Char had, wisely, appropriated a certain number of drink ticekts to dole out as he saw fit. Sensing an opportunity, I noticed his pockets overflowing and ofered to share his burden. I ran into a few people I had previously met at the genetics retreat and made sure to reintroduce myself (as a matter of principle). The evening also featured such special guests as fellow fellow Kim.
Cindy and I stuck around until right before Of Montreal was supposed to go on over at Numbers. We arrived to find a packed house, and that the band had gone on a little early. We obtained drinks and noticed Rodrigo and followed him to Lauren and Chris.
When did Of Montreal become Elephant 6's answer to the Scissor Sisters? Honestly, the similarities were more common than was comfortable that night. Perhaps it was my attitude, but their new legions of loyal fans and their need for a larger venue resulted in a show that missed some of the magic of the last time I saw them, back in Spring of '04.
The concert over, we returned to Woodrow's with Chris, Lauren and Rodrigo in tow, obtained some drink tickets, and ran out the clock on drinking time. Rodrigo somehow ended up talking to Sara. It came time to leave, and she offered to give him a ride home and he accepted. I never did find out if anything came of it.
Leaving that situation behind, the four of us went to Beba's for some late night Greek and/or breakfast. I never got my coffee but wasn't charged for it. The food wasn't as good as I remembered (or perhaps I wasn't as drunk), but the company was good. On a trip to the bathroom, I ran into Kitten, mentioned that Lauren was there, and marveled at the Kitten-shaped cloud of smoke left in her wake as she ran to find Lauren.
I enjoyed my day off at a wonderfully leisurely pace. Char called and wanted me to show him where the vintage shops were, so we made a short trip of looking around the ones on Westheimer. I thought it'd be nice to ask Cindy out to dinner, so we went to Chuy's, where I introduced her to the wonders of the Cazarita and tried the Mexicob salad, which was quite pleasant. Afterwards we went to the Proletariat to catch one of Dan's DJ sets.
The evening wasn't particularly fun, as it turns out Cindy was upset that we did not hang out the past weekend (even though I told her ahead of time that I was probably going to spend most of my time hanging out with Randa and Sabrina. And this brought up the past complaints... Things didn't really resolve themselves, and I would spend the next couple of days unsure of what exactly the end result of all of this would be.
1/17
Will and I logged mroe DVD watching time, and bitched about women. He's good for that.
1/18
I was still a bit upset with Cindy (and things were still a bit up in the air) and so was OK when she was too busy with work obligations to see Marah do their Springsteen-esque rock thing at the Continental Club.
Regardless, I was there, as were Dan and Kristin, and I enjoyed Marah's competent working-class rock. The show didn't feature the over-the-top rock antics of their previous Houston show but was still plenty enjoyable.
1/19
Cindy and I had agreed to do a movie (on the condition that she wasn't still mad at me) and ended up at Walk the Line. I found it enjoyable. A bit to episodic and disconnected as biopics tend to be, but enjoyable none the less.
1/20
My notes seem to indicate that I stopped by Woodrow's to see Will but didn't stay long. It seems likely that I came home to play X-Men Legends on the GameCube for a while before bed.
1/21
The GSC had been trying to bring all of the BCM students (including the non-grad school ones) together for a social in order to engender good will between the programs, and, perhaps for some of them, bring in a fresh supply of young ladies.
I showed up with Cindy and Char had, wisely, appropriated a certain number of drink ticekts to dole out as he saw fit. Sensing an opportunity, I noticed his pockets overflowing and ofered to share his burden. I ran into a few people I had previously met at the genetics retreat and made sure to reintroduce myself (as a matter of principle). The evening also featured such special guests as fellow fellow Kim.
Cindy and I stuck around until right before Of Montreal was supposed to go on over at Numbers. We arrived to find a packed house, and that the band had gone on a little early. We obtained drinks and noticed Rodrigo and followed him to Lauren and Chris.
When did Of Montreal become Elephant 6's answer to the Scissor Sisters? Honestly, the similarities were more common than was comfortable that night. Perhaps it was my attitude, but their new legions of loyal fans and their need for a larger venue resulted in a show that missed some of the magic of the last time I saw them, back in Spring of '04.
The concert over, we returned to Woodrow's with Chris, Lauren and Rodrigo in tow, obtained some drink tickets, and ran out the clock on drinking time. Rodrigo somehow ended up talking to Sara. It came time to leave, and she offered to give him a ride home and he accepted. I never did find out if anything came of it.
Leaving that situation behind, the four of us went to Beba's for some late night Greek and/or breakfast. I never got my coffee but wasn't charged for it. The food wasn't as good as I remembered (or perhaps I wasn't as drunk), but the company was good. On a trip to the bathroom, I ran into Kitten, mentioned that Lauren was there, and marveled at the Kitten-shaped cloud of smoke left in her wake as she ran to find Lauren.
posted by L. Maxwell Ward at 1:32 AM
