I did four things today.
1) Went to Kevin Ott’s birthday party
2) Purchased jeans
3) Went to a Shiny Toy Guns concert at the North Star Bar
4) Attended a Halloween Party at Kacey’s house
Kevin was turning 25 and I gave him the ceremonial gifts of this age point; a copy of Jungle Speed, and an angel food cake. We talked about mostly non-Scout things and this was odd for us as we usually talk about Scout things. He offered me his slot in the Philadelphia Marathon which he wasn’t able to use because of a knee injury and then convinced me to do a Tough Mudder with him sometime in June. Apparently beating the shit out of myself is now one of my hobbies.
I was attending the concert with Suzie and Jeff and after leaving Kevin’s, learned that they were going to try to skip the opening act and would arrive an hour into the show. Having some time to kill, I stopped at Kohl’s and decided to purchase a pair of jeans. I’ve never worn jeans before except as a small child and then again once for a musical. I am well versed in the periodic chart and 2006 Contingent LIfe Tables but found jean fittings to be utterly baffling. No combination of cut, leg, waist, and brand produced something that felt like it properly fit. To fit my massive calves required a pair of paints with a hula hoop size belt and somehow a 36×32 was shorter than a 36×30 of a different brand. I settled on a pair that compromised on these points that was slightly loose in some places and slightly tight in others. Compromise. I changed into them after purchase and I dare say I looked casual.
**Shiny Toy Guns Concert**
A number of my friends through high school were in bands and I got used to going to crappy shows at shitty venues. Shiny Toy Guns are much better than they ever managed and the North Star Bar is a standard deviation better. The opening act was dreadful, and the one following needed to be a bit tighter. The warm-up act usually doesn’t have the benefit of the crowd knowing the music so cues are important. For instance, if the performer wants the audience to clap, they need to allot a few bars to getting everyone going, and then a long time to justify that start-up. If you leave only enough time that’d be slightly shorter than a bridge, it’s almost rude to the audience and somewhat lame as everyone stops clapping just as everyone’s on board.
The headliners had no such issues and the drummer clearly led the crowd and the keyboardist did a good job of telling the audience how to move. The crowd was a bit static compared to what I think they wanted and the standard rule of “you can only be one standard deviation more excited than the person next to you” held perfectly.
I very much enjoyed the show and wished I had known the performer’s canon better to the point where I could sing along.
Kacey’s family was having a halloween party and Suzie, Jeff, and I arrived right at the point that Mike had gone to bed. I popped up, wished him good night, and returned to the party. I got into an argument over me not finding Bruce Springstein convincing and talked to people. At some point I was holding a cup with a dark beverage in it wearing jeans and an untucked button down shirt. I looked normal.
There was no activity listed above that was reasonably within my purview as recently as August of 2011. Kevin has made me determined, Mike has made me kind, Kacey has made me trusting, and Suzie has made me brave. Thanks for a good night.