I had a good weekend.
Friday night birdgyrl and I went to see the Delgados. Do you know them? I didn't, but as it turns out they have violins and a dead sexy Scottish singer. (Actually, the whole band is Scottish and birdgyrl and I left the show discussing our impending migration to Scotland, where all the men are dead sexy, and even the ones who aren't still talk like that.) It was a beautiful show.
Saturday a whole bunch of us went camping. Although not necessarily the most hardcore camping trip ever--we played trivial pursuit and at one point there was homemade sushi--the spot was gorgeous and I had the greatest time. Even taking the tents down in the rain on Sunday wasn't so bad.
Driving through the wet forest back to the ferry yesterday, I got this feeling--you know that feeling you had when you were a kid riding in the backseat, and you had complete confidence that the Front Seat People had the situation entirely under control, and the world passing by your window looked beautiful and fraught with possibility, and you felt both very safe and very excited? It was like that, only better because Yo La Tengo was playing.
I have good friends.
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