Pedicure weather

Oh dear. I just wrote the most boring post in the world. It was all about my garden, how I love it so, and how I finally dug and ripped and stomped and dumped enough this weekend to get it to look the way I want. I waxed rhapsodic over my just-about-to-bloom hydrangea and peony plants, the tree I transplanted, the camellia in the corner, the pink azalea and the tiny rows of zucchini and cucumber and lettuce and snap peas. All in a patch of dirt the size of my queen-sized mattress. I may have whined a bit about the slivers in my palms and my incredibly sore legs, and declared it will all be worth it once I start to see my little vegetable seedlings. But I will just say this:

In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.
Margaret Atwood

We are having glorious weather in my part of the world. To celebrate the onset of true spring and the magical disappearance of my personal brand of Seasonal Affective Disorder, I treated myself to a glorious weekend, involving copious amounts of shopping, pretending to be a tourist, movies and live music and Bombay Sapphire gin and tonics. I even went to bed after midnight, on Friday and Saturday! It was like having a life! It was very cool.

Saturday night my friend the Pharmacist took me to see a band in Ballard. I used to do things like see bands. Then I got old and married and had to earn an actual living. But Saturday night I left my husband to play in his office and went out with the Pharmacist and her roommate to see the Clumsy Lovers who are, if nothing else, in possession of an excellent band name. I knew nothing about this band, even though the Pharmacist swears she's been following them for ten whole years. I didn't even check out their website. When I asked the Pharmacist what kind of music we were going to hear, she said, "Oh, kind of a Celtic, rock, folky band with a little bit of bluegrass and a lot of covers thrown in." I think a better choice for a band with a guitarist, a drummer, a bassist, a banjo/mandolin/everything else player and a fiddler is: no musical restrictions. Also, lots of clapping. It was awesome. After the first set we hung out outside with the smokers and talked smack about people who are too drunk to dance, let alone stand up, and I got the lowdown on the personal lives of the entire band. Then we headed back in for another hour of covers and foot stomping and the fiddler playing on the bar in her totally awesome red cowboy boots. (The opening band, The Town Pants, was the same kind of deal, except 100% more Celtic, complete with Irish toasts every three or four songs. Very awesome.) In my next life I am going to be a super-hot blond fiddler wearing miniskirts and red cowboy boots.

And then I woke up at 7 Sunday morning. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?

I also saw 'Friends With Money' (interesting and fun until the very very end when you're all "WHAT?") and discussed what will happen to atheists in airplanes when the Christian airplane pilots are taken up mid-flight in the rapture. Either the atheists are going to need to make sure the airlines schedule pilots and co-pilots in believer/atheist combinations, or they're going to have to get Rapture Insurance. And now you are all "WHAT?" Don't ask me, ask my friend's friend, who is dealing with more than the average set of neuroses.

Happy beautiful sunny bright seventy-degree Monday everyone!

Comments

[lee]

well, as far as the pilots and airplanes issue, it's only a problem if you buy into idea of a pre-tribulation rapture. i don't, and it's a sad fact of affairs that tim lahaye has convinced everyone that it's doctrinally sound. if jesus comes back for the pre-tribulation rapture, then we should really call the second coming at the end of the age the third coming, shouldn't we?

[Maggie]

Dude. I haven't even bothered to find out what the rapture IS. I figure if the pilot is taken up and you aren't, you've got bigger problems than a plane crash, pre- OR post-tribulation.

[yoonie]

You should go and get a pedicure! It's pedicure weather here in New York as well, and my toes are now "Strawberry Sorbet" by Essie.

[orangepaas]

Texas. I'm telling you. You'll never suffer from SAD again.