Friday started with a half-day from work since we're moving into our newly refurbished office suites. After a good nap and hangover recovery from the Wild Beasts show of the previous night, (great show/ great Toto dancing!), Patrick and I went to dinner at Lou. Its a hoity-toity wine bar hidden in a nondescript strip mall called 'Melrose Place.' The convincing factor for our patronage that evening was its proximity to a hot wing joint named 'Flamin' Patty's'. Flamin' Patty's and Melrose Place... it was practically slapping us in the face and telling us to drizank some vinos!
Well, we had some disappointing rose in a high-design setting. Halfway through our meal, Leonardo Di Caprio sat down at the uncomfortably close table immediately next to us. After me staring at him trying to understand why his face was so familiar... I understood what was going on. THAT HE WAS A MOVIE STAR!! Then, I lived the dream by inceptioning Leo-- he looked at my plate and was all 'the farro looks really good.' AND HE ORDERED IT! (Veggie) Inception.
Last night was more epic than seeing the star of Titanic eat overpriced food. We got crunk at Medieval Times for JB's 33rd birthday. We were team yellow- so everyone wore yellow shirts and crowns, and looked mildly jaundiced.
Rockin' the yeller.
The yellow champion and King JB (birthday boy)
Our knight was pretend eviscerated.
Sippin' JD from my ye olde novelty crunk mug.
There is no silverware in medieval times, but luckily they have styrofoam leftover containers.
Yeeeellooooow!
We were the loudest group... by far. And aside from JB, who looked radiant-- the rest of us should not wear yellow shirts.
OOH! and the best threat of the evening happened in the bathroom line- when a mother was questioning her child's integrity by uttering the following gem: "Do you *really* have to go to the bathroom? Because God KNOWS when you're lying. Becky, he knows when you lie! He knows!"
Yeah. Expert parenting.
After this medieval madness, Dylan and I hopped in the Mazdang and drove to Pomona's lovely Fox Theater to catch one of the most mind bending shows I've ever seen. Amon Tobin built a giant monolith of 3D cubes that are actually screens that he performs inside of. Its unreal. There is a 35 ft. wall of amazement as well as a semi-blistering wall of bass. The best way to describe the experience is 'traumatic in a good way.' Dylan likened it to the musical equivalent of 'Saving Private Ryan.'
After the show, Dylan, James, Nate, and I were just standing there looking at each other. There weren't words.
We drove home in silence.
Here are some youtube attempts at relaying the glory:
If this show comes to you..... SEE IT.
In fact, it was so great- we're going again tonight. In two hours. Maybe I should start getting ready to go?
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