marching in the men. Megs and I went shopping while Chantal finished up.
Tuesday night my boss had our work team over for dinner at her new house. She made spaghetti with deer meatballs (her father-in-law got the deer over hunting season. It was delicious, says the girl from Oklahoma), and we sat out on the patio and chatted for hours. Not only do I love my job, I have a boss that can cook and invites me over!
Wednesday was trivia reunion. We tried the scotch eggs - they were okay. At least they were free, since we used our gift certificate from previous trivia winnings.
A band I had not yet seen, despite my concert obsession and willingness to travel to see bands. Me and this band had just never aligned. But here I was, with my musical Phoenix friends who grabbed me a ticket months ago.
Of course we had to drive to a strip mall in the suburbs to see them. Oh, Phoenix. I mean, Glendale.
Finally, Thom and company came out. I knew halfway through the first track (Bloom) that I would have to seek them out again in a smaller venue. They are genius. Sadly, iPhone only photos here. I wish I'd taken my other camera.
I remember a friend telling me that when he saw Radiohead a few years ago, that they were just tight. And throughout the show, I started to understand what he meant. Every complicated rhythm line, every layer, every note, every instrument, came through very clearly. I was afraid that the large venue (a hockey arena) would cause some of the sound to get messy, but it was crystal clear. Their technical skills are ridiculous.
I wonder what they think about playing in Glendale, AZ, on the edge of the wilderness. The Phoenix metro area is just such a weird place. Amazing show. I must reunite with them again soon. Preferably not in an arena of any sort.
Aftwards, it was late night Sonic time. Their ice cream has crack in it.