A rare Saturday post from Steanso, but alas, I am tired of watching bad television and I can't seem to keep myself entertained.
Last night I went and saw Billy Harvey and Buttercup at the Hyde Park Theater. It was a good show- an intimate venue with a crowd which was obviously familiar with the band and their music. Billy Harvey, a singer-songwriter who opened up for Buttercup, was really good as well. I hadn't seen him before. Andy F. was in attendance at the show with Rami, and he got quite bent out of shape when the son of Buttercup's bassist won the painting of a squirrel which was created and then raffled off during the show. Andy thinks that the whole thing was fixed, but I kinda doubt it.
We also attended Kim Bloom's birthday soiree after the Buttercup show. Happy birthday, once again, to Kim. It was fun and we drank too much and had to go home.
Then this morning the damn Blooms cancelled the tubing trip after I dragged my sorry butt out of bed for it and everything. I ended up taking Cassidy down to Barton Creek so we could swim and she could play with other dogs, but I'm still bummed about the lack of tubing. It's a summer ritual, and time is short.
Well, that's it for now. There are war protestors squaring off and hurricanes headed for The Big Easy and mice being engineered to live twice their normal life span, but I can't get my head around that stuff. It's Saturday.