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Desire and Little Dragons

Surprisingly, this isn’t a post about A Game of Thrones

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I can’t tell if I smell food or if I smell like food. This is troubling me more than it should.

Hmm.

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OOB little dragon

Moving along, I’m so excited about Out of Bounds! It’s reminiscent of how I felt during my first SXSW in 1994. There’s so much going on, SO MUCH to see that I’ve given myself an ulcer just trying to make sure I’ve got my must-see shows in order. Not a real ulcer, thankfully, but a pretend-for-the-Internet ulcer. Lucky for me, there’s pretend medicine for it and I’ll be feeling pretend better shortly.

Tuesday night I saw:

You’re Not My Real Dad
Magician vs. Clown
¡Zazamora!
The 3$Bills
The Asides
The Dukes of Bedside Manor

… and it was amazing. My favorites of the night were the bookends YNMRD and TDOBM. Seeing these four improv masters (yep, I said it, masters) in YNMRD get to play together rocked my socks right off. Tom Booker embodies funny. He just does. Asaf, Dave and Ratliff were … is there a word for hilarious that also means amazing? The four of them, man, they were awesome.

The Dukes of Bedside Manor!! My lord and butter, THE DUKES OF BEDSIDE MANOR! I’m a new fan, a huge new fan. They looked like they were having the time of their lives on stage, breaking the fourth wall and being ridiculously physical in their play. I loved it.

I don’t know the name of the woman who plays in The Asides, but she’s got such a great style of play. She’s riveting to watch, actually. (Oh hai, thanks Google! Her name is Erica Lies.)

I took last night off from OOB to spend some time with Rachel and hear all about Brazil over margaritas and tacos. OOB is awesome, my sister is even more so. And tonight! TONIGHT! I’m going to bounce between Coldtowne and The Hideout. I’ve got a tentative eight shows and a roast to enjoy. More recaps later.

Why does the photo have the new Little Dragon CD in it? I just bought it. I was so … moved (or inspired? transported? is that the word I’m looking for?) by the song “Ritual Union” that I went directly to Waterloo and bought it immediately. I can’t remember the last time that happened. It’s all about the digital these days. Everything exists in the 0101001000s. Except for this, for this I needed to have that tangible experience, the desperate “can’t wait to get the plastic off in my car” moment. Desire, baby, she’s the strongest influencer of them all.

My “I don’t have to run” day …

God bless Sundays.

Last night was the Sagittarius wig party at the Peacock and Mer’s annual 50’s xmas party. Both had too many whiskeys on deck and were way too much fun. I love random wig nights and tap dancers and macaroni and cheese. I could have done without the jam band though. If I never hear a jam band again, it will be too soon. Anyway – there was much merriment and catching up and amusing anecdotes corner to corner. D & I met an astrologer who, upon hearing that D was a Gemini, started engaging me on “how Geminis are” – a conversation I’m pretty familiar with, thanks. Anyway, she was drunk and kept touching D’s legs and saying how handsome he was. If she wasn’t 55, we were going to have to have words! I really liked Mer’s place though (she also lives in the Pedernales) – it’s fitted complete with paper mache walls, tapestries hanging from the ceilings, a stage and a trapeze bar. I told D that if I were to go ahead and buy at Este, I would *so* want to decorate my place like hers. Only with a record player.

Daniel made me a full English breakfast this morning – soooooooo good. We listened to the Best of Public radio and snuggled on the couch until it was time for him to head into the office and me to go to church. (The church of friends, champagne and laughter is a hallowed hall, indeed.) I met Sadie at Taverna for too many mimosas and a much needed catch up about life, life at the Chronicle, and life in love. I’m so happy for the good things that are happening to her. It’s always better than good to hear good things happening to the people who deserve them the most.

I went to walk back to D’s place, but decided to stop in Mexi-Arte to see if Jaclyn was working. She was an ex-Chron classifieds girl, part hispanic, part Apache (like moi – minus my Lebanese, of course) and she was all flu-y and full of runny nose, but it was really good to catch up. I loved walking in on her, totally to her complete surprise, and seeing the look of confusion turn to recollection, followed by squealing and hugging. We chatted for awhile and she showed me the latest exhibit and we gossiped about love and work.

When I finally went to walk back to D’s, the weather had gotten colder so I flagged down a cab. The Best Taxi Ride Ever. The man drove really slow and asked me if I knew the secret to a lasting relationship. I gave him my learned interpretation, he gave me his and told me a story about the Brave Dancing Hippopotamus. Seriously – it was the best ride home money could pay for.

Now, I’m waiting for my love to get back. We’re heading to the Alamo for a night of movies, munchies and making out. Mmmm mmmmm! The best of the M’s, indeed.