PrettyFakes

I am bored out of my goddamned mind. Various and sundry recaps and ephemera:

I finally bought the new Sleater-Kinney. It sits, unopened, in a suitcase in my living room. Which is there because I still haven’t unpacked from a one-night excursion to New Orleans about, um, a week past.

I caught Iron & Wine at the House of Blues, and . . . meh. The sound was a little muddy, but I was in such a lowsy mood from not getting to eat until ten o’clock or so that Mr. Sam Beam could have been at my house, holding my hand and peering romantically into my eyes, and I would have still been cranky about it. Plus, I was deranged from dangerous overconsumption of Abita beer.

I got there late, and so got to skip out on paying the twenty-dollar (!!) cover charge. The only song that stood out (and the only one I knew) was the lush and hushed “Southern Anthem” (which you can download here), and it sounded pretty and perfect. After the ubiquitous shouts for “Free Bird” between songs by idiot TC&CMHers, the band threw in a couple of bars of it, soft-Iron & Wine style, and I wish they would seriously cover it, because it could be stunning if recast with sincerity.

After a bleary-eyed early-morning trip back, I hustled over to JAN to pick up visiting Phoenixxian Le Cat. The following exchange ensued:

Gorjus: Hey!! Welcome home! You look fantastic!
Le Cat: Don’t you dare lie to my face. Dear lord, he lies to me, to my goddamned face.
Gorjus: I’m serious! You look great!
Le Cat: Ugh, what degree is it? Like, seventeen million? Sonofabitch, it’s fucking hot. I’ve never been anywhere so hot in my entire life.
Gorjus: Um, you used to live here. For like, three years.
Le Cat: Yes, but I’ve moved past that, now. Let’s not dwell in the past, my friend.

This is how she is all the time. We proceeded directly to our old stomping grounds at La Cazuela, where I entered a delicious and profane world of tequila-based temptation—a world named Frozen Margarita. If this delicious world were a car? It would be a DeLorean. If this world were a pricy vintage plastic? It would be bakelite. I’m serious. This is a badass, delicious world.

Um. I think I’m still drunk from all those Sparks last nite. Anyway, Joshua Electric was sitting idly by, so we engaged him in a conversation about . . . aw, I have no idea. I’m not going to pretend. I’m pretty sure we drank a few pitchers of Margarita, and then I think we went to an opening at art gallery, and holy socksI think I bought something, and then we went to the Cherokee, but this is all just supposition and conjecture on my part.

The weekend was pretty much like that. The next day we had a very nice + grown-up dinner party at the Nordan-Ferrari household, and I wore my V. Favorite Shirt, which is new, Lacoste, and also? Pale pink. There was much DGC to be had, but Larry was a truly fab host & made me a stack of impeccably spicy tofu.

Then the rest of the week was yr standard drawing + collaging + item Xeroxing. Jaxxie made a new Rogue Wave flier, we hung up stuff for Jubilee!JAM (exclamation point, no space, ALL CAPS), and then &tc.

Hope that your week was as eventful. And also? That you can remember it.

Dear Beer Huggy from the Cherokee,

I should have never taken you to the JAM. I only just got you, and even though you’re not a real beer huggy—one that’s all foamy and solid—and you’re just one of those flimsy cheapy things, still, you’re from the Cherokee and I like you.

You’re not as good as the Kenmore huggy I used to have, that I lost, but you’re not too bad and I probably shouldn’t have thought I was cool and brought you along. Because, I should have just known I’d get drunk and throw you at Jaysus, or something. Which, I think I did.

In the brief time we were together, you did your job well.

I’ll Miss You,
Gorjus

Favorite lyrics of the day: Matt Pond PA, “Closest (Look Out)”: “Look out/there is danger in the simple word ‘hello’.”

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