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Spring is officially here, because I saw a bluebonnet on my drive to work. Huzzah!
Monday was the John Mayer concert. I wish he wasn't such a douchebag; it gets old saying "yeah, but he really is a good musician!" I'm not one of those people like my dad who thinks entertainers should just shut the hell up when they're not acting or tap-dancing or what-have-you, but it seems like whenever Johnny opens his mouth outside of a concert venue he says something offensive or stupid. He even wrote a song about how he does this, so it's not like he's unaware of that tendency. Oh well; it was a great concert regardless. I went with JD, who got introduced to Johnny's guitar face. I mean he has a really freaky-looking guitar face. This is how you can tell he's a Real Musician.
His opening act wasn't impressive. Some guy named Michael Franti. He was alright, not especially remarkable except he kept insisting that we get our hands in the air, sing with him, come on Austin let me hear you! Dude, I paid to hear you, why I gotta do all this work?
I hadn't been to a concert at the Erwin Center for some time; I wish there were more concerts there (going to see Dave Matthews in Dallas in September; what a pain) and fondly remember the many shows I went to in the late eighties. And as is traditional for me, afterwards we went to Player's for a burger and a shake, another place I remember fondly from my college days. And people are going to UT now who weren't even born when I was attending. That's weird to think about.
Yesterday Tsarina and I had lunch and talked girl talk, even though neither of us is particularly girly. It was satisfying and we're discussing making this a regular thing. After, I dragged Threeve over and forced him to play Rock Band with me all afternoon while he did some laundry. The most amusing bit, aside from him deciding halfway through that he's just not fucking going to sing ABC (Jackson Five), and who can blame him, was both of our attempts to drum through Neil Peart's re-write of the Hockey Song, the theme that they play for Canada's Monday-Night-Football-But-With-Hockey. It's 61 seconds of torture. He and I both managed a score in the 70's, though he was on Medium level difficulty whilst I was on Easy.
Eric came home and wasn't up for cooking so we enjoyed the previously-mentioned feast at Arby's (now with mint shake! Tasty, but damn being taught metric, I had no idea 32 ounces of shake was going to be so much shake. It was their medium size, which I figured was a reasonable amount of shake- I was wrong. It was an absurdly large amount of shake. It was good though), then took a walk around the neighborhood. Things are blooming… what's weird is that the mountain laurels have not gone off yet. They are usually finishing up their flowering by the time the bluebonnets get started. Anyway we had a nice stroll.
This is my favorite time of year, when it stops being cold but before it starts being hot. My other favorite time is when it stops being hot but before it starts being cold, usually sometime in October. I also enjoy the thunderstorms, which we've already had a couple of this week. What don't I enjoy? The fact that Daylight Savings Time starts this weekend. I hate you, DST! There is no good reason for you.
Monday was the John Mayer concert. I wish he wasn't such a douchebag; it gets old saying "yeah, but he really is a good musician!" I'm not one of those people like my dad who thinks entertainers should just shut the hell up when they're not acting or tap-dancing or what-have-you, but it seems like whenever Johnny opens his mouth outside of a concert venue he says something offensive or stupid. He even wrote a song about how he does this, so it's not like he's unaware of that tendency. Oh well; it was a great concert regardless. I went with JD, who got introduced to Johnny's guitar face. I mean he has a really freaky-looking guitar face. This is how you can tell he's a Real Musician.
His opening act wasn't impressive. Some guy named Michael Franti. He was alright, not especially remarkable except he kept insisting that we get our hands in the air, sing with him, come on Austin let me hear you! Dude, I paid to hear you, why I gotta do all this work?
I hadn't been to a concert at the Erwin Center for some time; I wish there were more concerts there (going to see Dave Matthews in Dallas in September; what a pain) and fondly remember the many shows I went to in the late eighties. And as is traditional for me, afterwards we went to Player's for a burger and a shake, another place I remember fondly from my college days. And people are going to UT now who weren't even born when I was attending. That's weird to think about.
Yesterday Tsarina and I had lunch and talked girl talk, even though neither of us is particularly girly. It was satisfying and we're discussing making this a regular thing. After, I dragged Threeve over and forced him to play Rock Band with me all afternoon while he did some laundry. The most amusing bit, aside from him deciding halfway through that he's just not fucking going to sing ABC (Jackson Five), and who can blame him, was both of our attempts to drum through Neil Peart's re-write of the Hockey Song, the theme that they play for Canada's Monday-Night-Football-But-With-Hockey. It's 61 seconds of torture. He and I both managed a score in the 70's, though he was on Medium level difficulty whilst I was on Easy.
Eric came home and wasn't up for cooking so we enjoyed the previously-mentioned feast at Arby's (now with mint shake! Tasty, but damn being taught metric, I had no idea 32 ounces of shake was going to be so much shake. It was their medium size, which I figured was a reasonable amount of shake- I was wrong. It was an absurdly large amount of shake. It was good though), then took a walk around the neighborhood. Things are blooming… what's weird is that the mountain laurels have not gone off yet. They are usually finishing up their flowering by the time the bluebonnets get started. Anyway we had a nice stroll.
This is my favorite time of year, when it stops being cold but before it starts being hot. My other favorite time is when it stops being hot but before it starts being cold, usually sometime in October. I also enjoy the thunderstorms, which we've already had a couple of this week. What don't I enjoy? The fact that Daylight Savings Time starts this weekend. I hate you, DST! There is no good reason for you.
