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just the best party
Apr. 10th, 2009 02:49 amSeder was wonderful. Good food, good wine, family bonding time. Got to talk college and cats with Cousin Becca, learn some intriguing family history, & hear about the time Uncle Jeff brought an actual Egyptian princess to Passover dinner and things were very awkward. I'm pleased I finally managed to go this year, because I haven't been for a few years and it is really my favorite holiday. I love the Haggadah. I love going around the room and reading paragraphs, having everyone tell the stories and jokes they do every year that have become as ritualized as the Haggadah itself. I swear the Seder has gotten shorter over the years, and I sort of miss the way it used to seem to take hours.
Just got back from World Inferno/Friendship Society concert in a little upstairs venue in Pontiac. Went with Brian and a couple of his friends; we all dressed up for the occasion. Managed to miss the first opening band, but not the second, which was too bad because they sucked.
Concert was amazing. I've never been so tired after being entertained before. They didn't have the full orchestra (which was OK because the stage was tiny), but that did not detract at all from the sound. I hovered in the back of the crowd and clung to the wall and danced like a maniac to every song. They did "Just the Best Party" and "Tattoos Fade" and "...And Embarked Upon a Life of Poverty" and "Addicted to Bad Ideas" and "All the World is a Stage Dive" and a bunch of other fucking awesome songs and it was absolutely fantastic.
Jack Terricloth is fucking pretty, in a slightly unhealthy Peter Lorre way. He's suave and expressive and has excellent stage patter and wears eyeliner and nice suits without looking like some dumb emo kid and basically was born to be a cabaret emcee, except that he's playing in venues with people slam-dancing and stage-diving and bouncers with cowboy hats. He kept ragging on the techno show downstairs, and told a story about living with a guy from some punk band everyone in the venue seemed to know back when he was in Brooklyn, and having the guy ask Jack to get his car when he was in jail for a week, and taking the poor guy's car to Atlantic City with all of his friends. Then he sang a song he wrote about it. I'm very, very tempted to go to New York in May for the special show he's doing with his wife. (At the very least I'm going to get his book when I have the dough.)
Definitely going to Birmingham Temple on Friday. Planning to go to Detroit LARP on Saturday (if not this one, next time), over in Rochester; I'll know at least one person there (Jen!), which will make things less nerve-wracking.
Just got back from World Inferno/Friendship Society concert in a little upstairs venue in Pontiac. Went with Brian and a couple of his friends; we all dressed up for the occasion. Managed to miss the first opening band, but not the second, which was too bad because they sucked.
Concert was amazing. I've never been so tired after being entertained before. They didn't have the full orchestra (which was OK because the stage was tiny), but that did not detract at all from the sound. I hovered in the back of the crowd and clung to the wall and danced like a maniac to every song. They did "Just the Best Party" and "Tattoos Fade" and "...And Embarked Upon a Life of Poverty" and "Addicted to Bad Ideas" and "All the World is a Stage Dive" and a bunch of other fucking awesome songs and it was absolutely fantastic.
Jack Terricloth is fucking pretty, in a slightly unhealthy Peter Lorre way. He's suave and expressive and has excellent stage patter and wears eyeliner and nice suits without looking like some dumb emo kid and basically was born to be a cabaret emcee, except that he's playing in venues with people slam-dancing and stage-diving and bouncers with cowboy hats. He kept ragging on the techno show downstairs, and told a story about living with a guy from some punk band everyone in the venue seemed to know back when he was in Brooklyn, and having the guy ask Jack to get his car when he was in jail for a week, and taking the poor guy's car to Atlantic City with all of his friends. Then he sang a song he wrote about it. I'm very, very tempted to go to New York in May for the special show he's doing with his wife. (At the very least I'm going to get his book when I have the dough.)
Definitely going to Birmingham Temple on Friday. Planning to go to Detroit LARP on Saturday (if not this one, next time), over in Rochester; I'll know at least one person there (Jen!), which will make things less nerve-wracking.
