not a cat lady

What is it with cats and clean laundry? They love it...

Eric and I had another relaxing weekend. He's been sick for the past few days so we took it easy this weekend. On Friday we went to Dave & Busters with Heather, Andrew, Elgn and Jessica. I haven't been to that place in a long time, so that was interesting. Eric and I spent the least and also got the fewest tickets for prizes. Coincidence? Methinks not. It was still a good time though. I learned how to play shuffle board. Saturday we took it easy some more during the day and then headed out to the Brian Jonestown Massacre show that night. What an incredible band. I feel really fortunate to finally see them (they only toured the Rockies this year), but it was one of those letdown shows. The letdown part had nothing to do with the band's performance, they were exactly as expected: great music, Anton's usual hijinks, pretty heavy crowd/band interaction. The letdown was because we were sitting next to two of the biggest retards I've ever seen. They were drunk out of their minds and acting like compete idiots the entire show. I have nothing against drinking at shows, but you need to be able to keep yourself together enough to actually enjoy the show and be aware of what's going on around you. It reminded me a lot of the Badly Drawn Boy show I went to in Athens a few years ago. I had been into Badly Drawn Boy for a really long time and finally he came to Georgia. I was so psyched about that show...I show up at the 40 watt in Athens and guess what? It's freaking game day. All of the lovely UGA alumni were out in full force, frequenting their old stomping grounds which, apparently, includes the 40 watt. It was like a frat party in there and the band started freaking out on the crowd b/c people were talking and yelling drunken insults the entire show. It was something that should've been exciting and moving and it turned into something that was embarrassing and pathetic for everyone involved. The same thing kinda happened last night. These two guys kept yelling "Fucker!!!" every time it got quiet...what's the point of that? If they didn't like the band, why were they there? Enough of that rant, sorry. All in all, it really was a great show. If you ever get a chance to see this band live, do so. Anton Newcombe is a musical genius, even though he's a completely drug-addled jerk.

Vegas: 4 days and counting. Can't wait.