Food not bands
You know you're getting old when weekend priorities have shifted from seeing bands to eating out. My last couple days went something like this:
Friday - Drive out to watch Wendy and her team play volleyball in Carson, then grab a bite with them at a Baker's Square. Don't laugh, it was pretty good. I had the spicy burger with a Boca patty and a slice of pie.
Saturday - We met my cousin Anthony, his fiancée, and their friend for brunch at the Edendale Grill. It was closed! So we went to Eatwell on Sunset, where I had chilequiles (aka breakfast nachos). We went across the street for gelato after that. Dinner was at Vegetarian Wok in San Gabriel. We gathered a group of seven, and had enough for an awesome set meal, followed by Beard Papa. I felt like Homer Simpson.
Sunday - Had lunch with friends at the Taco Spot in Eagle Rock. I partook of a soyrizo burrito and a horchata. Dinner was with our friend Karen, who hosts a party for the Oscars (basically the Super Bowl for girls) every year. Wendy and I lost the pool and our $5 entry fee, but it was all right because Karen is an awesome cook.
After leaving Karen's pad, we jammed over to a free night at Spaceland to see this mod/garage/pop band called The Prayers, which had the first slot. Upon arrival, I was stoked to see an empty stage but was ultimately disappointed to see the second band on the bill take the stage. Crud!
If eating out instead of seeing bands means you're getting old, sitting in bed and doing the crossword puzzle must be the nail in the coffin.
Friday - Drive out to watch Wendy and her team play volleyball in Carson, then grab a bite with them at a Baker's Square. Don't laugh, it was pretty good. I had the spicy burger with a Boca patty and a slice of pie.
Saturday - We met my cousin Anthony, his fiancée, and their friend for brunch at the Edendale Grill. It was closed! So we went to Eatwell on Sunset, where I had chilequiles (aka breakfast nachos). We went across the street for gelato after that. Dinner was at Vegetarian Wok in San Gabriel. We gathered a group of seven, and had enough for an awesome set meal, followed by Beard Papa. I felt like Homer Simpson.
Sunday - Had lunch with friends at the Taco Spot in Eagle Rock. I partook of a soyrizo burrito and a horchata. Dinner was with our friend Karen, who hosts a party for the Oscars (basically the Super Bowl for girls) every year. Wendy and I lost the pool and our $5 entry fee, but it was all right because Karen is an awesome cook.
After leaving Karen's pad, we jammed over to a free night at Spaceland to see this mod/garage/pop band called The Prayers, which had the first slot. Upon arrival, I was stoked to see an empty stage but was ultimately disappointed to see the second band on the bill take the stage. Crud!
If eating out instead of seeing bands means you're getting old, sitting in bed and doing the crossword puzzle must be the nail in the coffin.
This is a band that my friends in San Diego saw four weeks in a row during its residency at the Casbah. They played a free show last night right down the street and I missed it!
posted by gr at
10:35 AM
getting old is when you want to eat instead of seeing bands? if only there was only more vegetarian buffets to make you feel young again.
This morning it occurred to me that attending art shows is the new seeing bands. I stand corrected.
-mw
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