People often ask me, especially in this blustery weather, weather that spewed flaky precipitation down this a.m. (I am SO not in the mood to say the ‘S’ word), “Meghan, why the hell did you move back to this frigid climate, income taxes, your kooky family, disfunctional relationships and the faux-centre-of-the-universe world that is TO?” & times like this - times when I’m listening to Eklektikos, hearing about an upcoming live Feist feature, checking the Matador site in vain for upcoming good gigs that are instead booked @ Stubb’s & Emo’s, trolling the Chronicle for interesting stories, seeking out people to complain about Bush cutting $1B from the newest budget in foodstamps, getting the NY Times for free, rolling into work late-ish & hung-over-ish to boot (which was a point of contention/envy this a.m. as I dragged my tired @$$ to the Y @ 6 to put out fires here…well, even fire-putter-outers need to take a blogging break for Chrissakes!)…ugh. Enough heat-envy, I’ll probably end up looking around some Dept. store this afternoon with Rob & catch some good ol’fashioned consumer-envy - ‘Tis the Season, after all….
Good-ish news arises outside of the universe’s centre, tho….I can honestly say that I…am…looking…forward…to…going…to…Ottawa. Wow, that was tough to spit out. My pulse-checka for the O-town music scene has tipped me off to a badass triple-threat CD Release party that falls on the Saturday of our OLIP Trip. To all my O-town homies, please do check this out - finally a concert announcement that I’m pinging y’all that we can enjoy together!!
When: Sat Dec 3rd - Late?
Who: Hi Lo Trons/Boycrusher CD release
Where: Babylon (within stumbling distance from my old creaky McLaren st. pad..)
Plus: DJs from Disorganised spinning
I threatened that we’d be tie-ing one on for our last night of the trip….after a formal ’serious’ course-ified dinner, your teen angst reflexes kick in, the body craves thumping bass & repetitive beats, drinks, poor lighting & mindless dance-goofiness….& by tie one on & drinks, I mean drinking lots of non-diet pop (soda to JPN & USA buds - re-integrated, ahh boo) & eating potato chips & slow dancing with a balloon firmly resting inbetween boy-girl tummies.
On that note,
meegs
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