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fiddle faddle Friday
Sep. 19th, 2003 04:10 pm-Am currently being delighted by the item on my Current Music listing; ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
baldanders and roadnotes, thank you both muchly.
-Ali, thanks to you, as well. I had fun.
-My evil plan for the piano players at piano bar proceeds apace: have lent my Kinks CD to Robbie, so that he can learn "Waterloo Sunset." (Luke Sanford is getting the lyrics down; really must get my tapedeck fixed, so that I can stop having to lend the CD out.)
-Note to Guitar Playing Guy at the Sixth Avenue L stop: Yes, if you play "Hurricane," "A Hard Rain's Gonna Fall" and "Blowin' in the Wind" back to back I do, in fact, get the joke- you don't need to stand right next to me and make chit chat in which you point it out. It won't make me give you money, especially after you keep getting lyrics wrong. Go away. (And a concurrent note to the person running that particular L train: I will happily give you money, but only if it makes you arrive faster next time.)
-Mom's here tomorrow; stomach go clenchy, but it'll be okay. We'll walk around Soho and go to a museum- the Met, I'm thinking. With any luck, the stupor induced by being up so early to meet her will preclude any tenseness on my part.
-Dad's here next weekend, which will be infinitely easier. Alas, he seems to have decided to give the opera a pass, which makes me sad- but he seems to feel that, at 77, he's a bit old to take it up. I don't agree, but Dad isn't really a person for surging grand passions, anyway. I think he's getting to the stage of life where anything new and possibly demanding gets filed under "maybe later." Le sigh. We'll also go to a museum (probably the Museum of Natural History- last time we were there, I nearly got us thrown out for touching a T-rex skull- but hey, what red-blooded six-year-old wouldn't have? I'll try to restrain myself, this time around), and eat good steak (probably Gallagher's), and I'll think of something to do for Sunday, and all will be well.
-Interesting goings-on at Casa del Coyote: not only are we apparently having a party (I say "apparently" because the first I heard of it was Zorikh's soliciting a contribution for refreshments) on Sunday, but there are currently three female Belgian musicians in Boogie's room, doing their musical Belgian thing. What are the odds, I ask you?
baldanders and roadnotes, thank you both muchly.-Ali, thanks to you, as well. I had fun.
-My evil plan for the piano players at piano bar proceeds apace: have lent my Kinks CD to Robbie, so that he can learn "Waterloo Sunset." (Luke Sanford is getting the lyrics down; really must get my tapedeck fixed, so that I can stop having to lend the CD out.)
-Note to Guitar Playing Guy at the Sixth Avenue L stop: Yes, if you play "Hurricane," "A Hard Rain's Gonna Fall" and "Blowin' in the Wind" back to back I do, in fact, get the joke- you don't need to stand right next to me and make chit chat in which you point it out. It won't make me give you money, especially after you keep getting lyrics wrong. Go away. (And a concurrent note to the person running that particular L train: I will happily give you money, but only if it makes you arrive faster next time.)
-Mom's here tomorrow; stomach go clenchy, but it'll be okay. We'll walk around Soho and go to a museum- the Met, I'm thinking. With any luck, the stupor induced by being up so early to meet her will preclude any tenseness on my part.
-Dad's here next weekend, which will be infinitely easier. Alas, he seems to have decided to give the opera a pass, which makes me sad- but he seems to feel that, at 77, he's a bit old to take it up. I don't agree, but Dad isn't really a person for surging grand passions, anyway. I think he's getting to the stage of life where anything new and possibly demanding gets filed under "maybe later." Le sigh. We'll also go to a museum (probably the Museum of Natural History- last time we were there, I nearly got us thrown out for touching a T-rex skull- but hey, what red-blooded six-year-old wouldn't have? I'll try to restrain myself, this time around), and eat good steak (probably Gallagher's), and I'll think of something to do for Sunday, and all will be well.
-Interesting goings-on at Casa del Coyote: not only are we apparently having a party (I say "apparently" because the first I heard of it was Zorikh's soliciting a contribution for refreshments) on Sunday, but there are currently three female Belgian musicians in Boogie's room, doing their musical Belgian thing. What are the odds, I ask you?
