Folks, this is what happens when you have about a million posts to make, and you're too busy to make them for two whole weeks: THE ATTACK OF THE TEN FOOT MONSTER POST.
Last you heard of me, I had a cold, and was debating wether to go the Bonnie Prince Billie concert on the mainland. No brainer. Of course we did. The way I managed to get sick, was that C. got sick and I, in my fresh juice and healthy livin' hubris somehow thought I was immune to what ever bug he had. On Saturday I even went to the annual barn dance (still no pics, maybe next year).
We scratched the camping trip, sadly sending Nick and Talu out on their own, and agreed to rendez-vous with them on Tuesday in Bellingham. C. and I spent an uneventful two days watching movies, hanging out and me learning to drive.
Then on Monday night tragedy struck! I started feeling very sniffly and feverish.
Undeterred, I bundled up in my big shawl and insisted on visiting the BreadFarm in Bow, just off the freeway in the valley.
Nothing is ever open when we visit Bow, but it's the cutest little town, and worth stopping by just for BreadFarm's delicious Tonasket Rye.
Thankfully the antiques row in Bellingham is always open when we go, AND C. discovered the used boat part store, truly the only place I could not find a single thing I cared for. (I usually do well in hardware stores and the like.)
In spite the delirious two hour tour of Aladdin's Cave, I found not a single thing I felt I needed. One of the reasons I love antique malls is that they're like layman museums, where you can browse endlessly, if you so desire.
Aladdin's however was more like a fun-house. Behold the first ever from the mirror outfit shot in the history of this blog:
Yours truly in her gig-outfit, which was overly warm for the weather. Going for the practical, I decided against my previous BPB-dress and went with this little number that Missa brought me from Portland (?) when they came to visit last year.
(Man I look preggo in this pic!)
Lovely as it was it had rounded sleeves that made it hard to wear with the requisite Pacific Northwest cardis and jackets, so I removed those and took one tier off to make it shorter. It is the pretties pattern and comfiest cut so I'm happy to have made it extra wearable. Thanks again Missakin.
Add one of my butterflies, s**t kicking boots (bartered from my friend Sona), the big Russian scarf from mama, trusty denim jacket and Dump bag and I was ready. To down a bunch of whisky and beers to try to keep my cold off.
I was only able to stay awake on the strength of the drinks, but what really cured me, was the giant plate of cheese fries we had next door after the show. They were so gross, yet so yummy.
After sleeping for a few hours in the back of the Volvo, I was ready to head to work. The next night I felt well enough to go out again, and a good thing too because the amazing Dovekins, whom we saw when my mom was here, brought their crazy/wicked energy back to the Island.
Acoustically, no less. They have such a beautiful, wild vibe. There was a very decent crowd, all my home girls and boys and awesome dancing.
For us this magical night did not, however end with the last call. Instead we rowed (well the boys did, Talu and I just sat in the stern and giggled) home Nick's old rowboat, watching the phosphorescent in the glassy water, and the shooting meteors coming down from the sky.
It couldn't have been a more perfect night.
Now speaking of perfect nights, you California girls and boys have a chance to have one when Elephant Revival comes to Santa Cruz, Berkeley and Arcate in two weeks! Now if there's anyone out there who wants a free ticket to one of the shows, and has time to put some posters up this week email me at firstname.lastname@example.org.
Join the Elephant Revival Street Team and you'll make my friend Sue very very happy!
Rock on till the next post my loves!