Last week was rather wearying, work-wise. Lots of long days into nights. By the time Friday rolled around, I was ready to do a whole lot of nothing, which is basically what I did with the first of my two days off. By the time evening rolled around (plus Steve working till 9:30p) I was feeling like being sociable. Dana had said she and Roy were going to see Jon Hardy and the Public at The Chapel that evening so I decided to meet up with them there. The Chapel is a rather lovely space, though the sound leaves something to be desired because of the high, peaked ceiling. The Marc Chagall stained glass window triptych makes up for any other deficits. Aside from the fact that there is two drink limit (though they are basically free), it's a very cool space. I look forward to going there again.
Steve met up with us near the end of the show (which was very entertaining -- they covered, very well, Springsteen's "Rosalita"!) and we headed to Pi for deep dish pizza. Yum. And though they intended to have an early night, I'm glad we got Roy and Dana to stay out with us, drinking and eating. Little did I know we were heading to the most dangerous area in the city due to some recent Metro-related attacks (see, my horrible week kept me away from the news too). Delmar was crawling with cops, though, and Joe Edwards, king of the Loop, was keeping watch as well. The smartass hostess at Pi who gave Dana the cold shoulder and attitude in order to kowtow to Joe had to feel pretty freaked out when Mr. Edwards headed to our table to say hello and apologize for tying her up. Hee hee!
Saturday dawned (well, sort of) with a giant glut of work to do to prepare for my first radio show since the beginning of October and the debut of my new Monday morning, three hour time slot. I spent a few hours downloading music, then ran around a bit with Michael to shop for focal beads for a necklace he wanted me to make. We drove out to Glasshopper in far west county (Olive and Fee Fee) and found some good stuff. I even bought some beads for making earrings, actually feeling almost energized to make more jewelry. After beads we had ice cream and wraps and did some grocery shopping at a weird, jenky Schnucks on Olive. West County is all about the Dierbergs, apparently. At any rate, I like how the necklaces turned out.
The morning glories have taken over my front yard in tandem with some other viney weed. Our mailbox and porch bench are almost completely obscured by the morning glories.
The prolific rose of sharon is nearly obscured by the other weedy vine. I know I should pull it up and cut it down, but its white flowers give off a most wonderful, heady fragrance that wafts directly into the living room and I can't bear to get rid of it.
Anyone know what that stuff is called, anyway? It's all over the backyard too. Allison?