But unlike seemingly everyone in the USA, I don’t care because I’M IN THE AIR CONDITIONING!! What is the matter with you people? Are you daft? GET INSIDE!!! Close the windows!!! CRANK the AC!!!
Screw the straind power grid! Take a lesson from me and the kids…
AC is where it’s at!
Alright, I’m done yelling at everyone. So last weekend was hubby’s band’s (The Accursed) big day. They opened for Deceased at the mighty, the notorious, the incredible CBGB’s.
We got there early and went inside the club while it was dark and quiet. I was bowled over walking around that place. It was as still as a moseleum, but alive…like the walls were breathing.
I must have touched everything in there (and yes, my hands were sticky afterward). It was incredible knowing that the likes of Black Flag, Blondie, and The Ramones stood where I was standing many times. It was great but it made me pretty sad that I missed out on this place in its prime.
We had hours to kill before the show so we got the bright idea to walk something like 30 or 40 blocks to Times Square. We saw the Empire State building and headed toward the busiest place on Earth. Why? We don’t know. We were all starving and hurting for a beer, it was a bajillion degrees out and there was nothing for us in Times Square.
Now I should point out that I do NOT do well in crowds. My lungs shrink an inch for every fifty people breathing my oxygen. It was about here where the panic set in and I started asking if we could leave, can we leave, GET ME OUT OF HERE!!!
Oh sure it’s beautiful to some, but to me it’s a people infested cess pool of bacteria and scumbags. While I was gasping for unbreathed air in Times Square, some creep was hammering a screwdriver into my car’s driver’s side lock and stealing my book of CD’s and bag of makeup. That’s right…CD’s with no cases (30 or so of my favorites, including the PJ Harvey collection it took years to complete) and used makeup. Things that I adored that will do whatever drug addict piece of shit that took them NO good whatsoever.
The funniest part was a friend stashed a half ounce of pot in the glove compartment, which they missed for the gold of my FUCKING MAKEUP.
But I’m trying not to get too angry. They could have stolen the car…plus, I got to see this:
Now I didn’t figure any of this out until much later, so I happily went on with my night. The Accursed played great, and I did a song with them onstage, crossing off “Play at CBGB’s” off my list of fantasies I never thought would actually happen. They recorded the set so I will upload the song and post a link here soon for anyone that’s curious what hellish noises I can make at will. It’s the only recording I’ve ever been on, so it was pretty neat to hear!
We got home early Sunday morning, slept until it was time to leave…FOR THE ROLLER DERBY BOUT. It was a GREAT bout. The Old Money Honey’s kicked some ass, but not without the River Rats on their heels the whole game! I got to meet Danielle Ruckus, who is handling new recruit liasons. Christine and I are set to show up for a new recruit practice in a couple of weeks! I can’t wait.
I know what you’re thinking…how about some KNITTING content there, slappy? Well I have got some sweet knitting content for you.
After the 110 degree day here, we had one hell of a thunder and lightning storm. So I cuddled up in the AC by my window overlooking this angry, but beautiful sky:
and I finished this:
That’s right. She’s friggen done. SHE IS DONE!! DONE DONE DONE!! Have a little happy dance for me. I actually love the top, I thought I’d hate it, so that was a pleasant surprise for me. I think it could use a little blocking, and it certainly needs some better modeling photos but for now, join me in basking in FO glory.
I’ve spent quite a few days at the beach this past month. One of my last beach adventures I became determined to catch my translucent white legs up to my lightly tanned arms and face. I figured I’d just nix the sunscreen for my legs and keep a close eye on them.
This was a stupid idea.
Now I knew this would result in a burn. My skin cancer paranoia has kept me sheet-white for the last 5 years. But my anal retentiveness and newfound love for the seaside breeze trumped the paranoia. I just had to match. I knew I would burn but could someone please tell me how a pleasant day of this:
Turned into this weird, patterned burn?
I seem to have the cloud pattern burned into my legs…my husband (who thoroughly applied sunblock) ended up with a streak of burn on his chest and ankles.
The sun is simply not my friend.
That little bit’o'knit you see in my beach photo is another Damn Sock. I can’t start my Jaywalkers until I get more needles because some idiot thought it was a good idea to sell needles in FOURS instead of the useful FIVE. (We won’t mention the idiot who bought a four pack knowing she’d need five.) SO I figured I’d make my mindless knitting project (because you always need at least one) another easy sock to tide me over.
I am also casting on for the Adamas shawl from KnitPicks in Knitpicks Shadow yarn.
AND a felted bowl from my new copy of Mason-Dixon Knitting that arrived in the mail (or jammed through my fence next to the mailbox by a jerk mailman) today!
I.love.this.book. I am so glad I picked it up. I love everything in it. The throws and rugs are amazing, the baby kimono, the bath robe, the nightie, the dishcloths! Not to mention the great storys and funny little blurbs throughout the book. I know a lot of people are avoiding this book because of how “trendy” it is right now, but you’re really missing out. This is a great pattern book.
Well that’s enough for now. I think I should post more often so I don’t murder all of your eyeballs with these long-ass posts!
Oh, before I go…for those who asked:
YES I will do something else regarding a band. I will not go out of my way to find something right now because I have school and I’m trying to get into the Providence Roller Derby, but if I happen upon something I dig, I will jump right into it. I loved being in a band so much, it’s killing me not to be.
But until then…lots of knitting time!