the morning after

With ears still buzzing, I am waking up this morning with happy memories of the beloved Bowl. I spent last night listening to the Decemberists and the LA Phil make music together that can be summed up in one word: magical. And I have come to a new conclusion: every ephemeral po-mo* band should hold a concert with a full orchestra behind them. It is how their music was meant to be heard: full.

What is not to love about a night with beautiful music, wonderful company, full-bodied wine, and delicious picnic food? I can think of no better way to spend a warm summer night.

*"po-mo = anything and everything post modern, especially winey rock bands" ~Mike

into the wind

Katie and I have signed up for sailing lesson for the summer- they start in 2 weeks.

This is the image of sailing that I have had for quite some time now (and the reason I signed up for the class): Sitting on a beautiful sailboat with four or five friends, enjoying the sun and a beer on a lazy Saturday afternoon. I have recently been told though that there is work involved. Work? What do you mean? No beer? No lounging? I guess there are ropes and pulleys and the wind to deal with and the boat that we are learning on may only fit one to two people, rather than five friends. My romanticized version of sailing has not been completely crushed yet, there is still a glimmer of hope in my heart for at least a bit of relaxing in the sun. At the same time, I am starting to think what did I get myself into?

I have one lesson learned though before the classes even start. This comes from a friend in San Diego who will go unnamed. When drinking on a sailboat during a hot Saturday afternoon, remember that there are actually no bathrooms available. You may just need to squat and pee in a bottle if it comes to that.

Lets hope not..... I don't think I have that skill, and I am not looking to be trained in it during our classes.