so clearly, i need to follow some of my own advice! i was out with my lovely friend kara again last night and she seemed to think [based on the blog] that josh and i exist in this super-clean super-minimal sparkling apartment all the time. let me assure you that this is FAR from the truth. we make messes. i have a whole bunch of clothes currently hanging out on the bedroom floor waiting for their turn in the laundry. we leave the dishes after dinner [sometimes]. we have random piles of stuff that are going to go somewhere at some point but just aren't there yet.
and then, on a sunny saturday morning, i am to make things livable again.
also on the agenda:
✔ brunch with K + S [and J if he can finish rounds on time . . .]
i already ran in an attempt to beat the heat, so that's out of the way -- i have to say i am really looking forward to a morning [any morning!] when the temperatures are not hovering close to 80 by the time i get out the door. i am not really complaining [i will gladly accept our summers in return for the shorter winters] but i will be excited when it does happen.
so i saw bon iver last night! despite the negative review from my favorite music critics, i really like the second album, engineered and 80s-synth as it may be. and i would say they put on a decent performance -- BUT, kara and i both felt the venue was lacking. there were a lot of drunk [or drunk-acting] 17-year olds hanging out on the lawn, having raucous discussions while songs like this one were played on a warm summer evening:
so i guess what i'm saying is that i have become THAT old and curmudgeonly lady at the ripe old age of 31. oh well!
we enjoyed dinner at the busy bee before the performance. gearing up for a hot and sweaty outdoor concert, we aimed for cool:
i definitely recommend the busy bee for a pre-concert meal that is quick and delicious [shelby and i went there before girl talk and i can vouch for the quality of their burgers as well.]
all right, off to get cracking on that list before pedicure time! i guess i'll start with the dishwasher . . .