WOW what a weekend. Homegrown rocked. I wound up in a moshpit at 3 am Saturday morning, The Keep Aways rocked my face off. Slept till noon and still felt pretty damaged, considered actually considered going home after working at my second job Saturday night. Yes I have two jobs. It's the economy, man. So I slubbed off to RT's on Saturday night, caught Pennies for a Dime. Man that guy can sing, great guitar work by Mikey and Fay is a fantastic drummer. Good set. Then off to Carmody to catch Acceleratii, never disappoints. Fuck You Gomez et al. Then back down to Luce to catch Cars and Trucks. Drinking some fine Surly, surprised at how the crowd thinned out between sets, although I'm sure people were mostly exhausted after a week of rocking out.
I'm standing at the bar when Fred Tyson sidles up to my friend and I. Me: "Fred, heard you had a great set on Thursday! Sorry I missed it." Fred: "That's all right, that's all right." Me: "Your drummer is a friend of mine." Fred: "Are you in love?" Me: Speechless. Aw, that's just Fred Tyson, ought to have a handler with him at all times. He did rock that shit at The Main on Thursday, as did the Hadji's. I hope I don't have to wait another year to catch what sounded like one of the best shows of Homegrown. I also have it on good authority (oh yeah, from that drummer friend of mine who I most certainly am NOT in love with, and I'm not breaking any hearts here) that Glass Ceiling may be making the rounds soon, they had them screaming and begging for more at an early set on Saturday. This I gotta see. Of course I missed that set, because I was working at my second job.
Which brings me to my point. Monday night I worked my second job. After working all day at the first job. Exhausted after the weekend, and craving some lo mein, I leave work and drive over to Beijing at the Plaza. Making the decision to pick up Chinese food is akin to buying expensive clothes for me: You have a basic need, but do you need to spend that much money? And isn't it a little frivolous when you could make scrambled eggs? I would have to work an hour at that crappy job to afford that pint of lo mein, but dammit, I'm tired, and I want lo mein! Plus cooking sucks. So I drive over, planning on pairing that lo mein with a glass of the Gazela that I have chilling in the fridge, when I realize there's not one, not two, but THREE Duluth city cop cars parked on the street and in the parking lot. Which is otherwise packed. Oh well, I'm a street smart girl, I'm sure everything is fine, I think, as I pull into the only open spot. Walking towards the joint, I pass a shuffling couple who are also keeping an eye on the squad cars, and the chick says to him, "Looks like the Chinese food place is getting robbed." At that point another squad pulls up and two officers RUN behind the building. That's it for me. No lo mein is worth my life! I turn around, get back in my car, and get out of there. Still no word on whatever went down at Beijing last night, but the Boca burger I had with that Gazela was fantastic. The Gazela was nice too. It truly is a beer drinker's wine.
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