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Happy Labor Day!
Sep. 2nd, 2019 08:03 pmBarbecue & cocktails with elder Goths on Saturday night, followed by a surprisingly and gratifyingly lively post-funk at the Mercury. Happiness. Shallow fashion details: the red satin halter dress from a few Prides ago, Fluevog Truth Alisons in black, which turned out to be just right for the weather.
While waiting for duvets to get clean in Ballard today, I walked up to Cafe Bambino, which has been around since I lived in the neighborhood in the mid '90s. I got to talking with the barista, and I mentioned how much I missed the Josephine. "I'm surprised it lasted as long as it did," said the barista.
I was under the impression that the Josephine had stopped hosting shows - low budget, no budget, punk, experimental, Burner, anything-goes shows - because of noise complaints from their neighbors. That would be reasonable considering how hugely that area has gentrified since I lived there.
But neau. The barista says the Josephine had a... relaxed attitude toward substance consumption. Also toward minors. You can do one of those and get away with it for a good long time, even in buttoned-down, fun-free, 21st-century Seattle, but not both. And as a parent and a raver, I'm a-OK with that. Teens have the judgment God gave gravel; drunk or high teens, doubly so.
Aside from that, though, I've spent most of this long weekend reading - Angelmaker, and The Stone Sky - and napping. I wasn't physically up to staying up late shaking my booty on Friday or Sunday night, despite earlier stir craziness. Oddly enough, the FOMO isn't getting to me too much. There will be other weekends, and listening to one's body is usually a good idea.
I did drag the Wendling up Phinney Ridge just in time to watch the sun set behind the Olympics, and on the way back we spied a tree full of Italian prunes and nommed a few. More happiness.
While waiting for duvets to get clean in Ballard today, I walked up to Cafe Bambino, which has been around since I lived in the neighborhood in the mid '90s. I got to talking with the barista, and I mentioned how much I missed the Josephine. "I'm surprised it lasted as long as it did," said the barista.
I was under the impression that the Josephine had stopped hosting shows - low budget, no budget, punk, experimental, Burner, anything-goes shows - because of noise complaints from their neighbors. That would be reasonable considering how hugely that area has gentrified since I lived there.
But neau. The barista says the Josephine had a... relaxed attitude toward substance consumption. Also toward minors. You can do one of those and get away with it for a good long time, even in buttoned-down, fun-free, 21st-century Seattle, but not both. And as a parent and a raver, I'm a-OK with that. Teens have the judgment God gave gravel; drunk or high teens, doubly so.
Aside from that, though, I've spent most of this long weekend reading - Angelmaker, and The Stone Sky - and napping. I wasn't physically up to staying up late shaking my booty on Friday or Sunday night, despite earlier stir craziness. Oddly enough, the FOMO isn't getting to me too much. There will be other weekends, and listening to one's body is usually a good idea.
I did drag the Wendling up Phinney Ridge just in time to watch the sun set behind the Olympics, and on the way back we spied a tree full of Italian prunes and nommed a few. More happiness.
