Sabrina and I are like Salt n Pepa because when it came to this weekend, we pushed it real good. And by “it” I mean “our collective ability to pack a week’s worth of adventure into a three-day weekend.”
One of the few disappointments was the lack of Jesse time. He wasn’t feeling well (h1n1?). So Team Awesome did not get to start our new autobiographical hardcore band, FAILstorm. But otherwise, last night was pretty much perfect. JC was brilliant at his salon series, and from there it was off to the old stomping grounds of the Rainbo. Kenny couldn’t have played better songs (Wire, Magazine, Joy Division, The Jam, etc.) and while that shouldn’t really matter, it felt like a tiny welcome-back thing. Also, and more importantly, my friends spoil me with their goodness. I am fortunate. Sometimes there are things better left preserved among the people who were there, and so I am filing last night away on the shelves of my memory. It was a wonderful night, and we have the photobooth strips to prove it.