So, what did I miss?

Argh.

You would think that I, facing the infinite possibilities of a open weekend, would be raring to face whatever adventures I could muster. Indeed, my weekend started out just that way, with the luscious company of defenestr8r and rivetonfire, as we caught Interpol at TwiRoPa. That was my first trip to TwiRoPa, at least since it became a night spot. The band was good, sound decent, lights entirely too bright and the crowd...well the crowd was interesting, to say the least. I don't how many people were there for the band or to just say they went.

We caught their friend Liz, a tall beauty that later vanished into the night, and that foursome went down to Shiloh to capture Carlos D spinning the afterparty. The plan was solid, too. We got in there, settled down in the back, enjoying the illuminated effervescence of magic-motion waterfalls. Within twenty minutes the place was swarming with posers, as captured by Liz, "There's an awful lot of earth tones in here." The bar got smoky, crowded, and just plain unpleasant. darkestsunrise and mbayard had arrived in the meantime, so we convened outside to talk up plan B.

My two carmates were calling it a night, so I went to go drop them off, but not before I was cajoled into considering a trip down to the Dervish for some more nightlife. In the end, and after my dropoff, I went to Da Quarta. Lots of people were met, plenty I don't remember names for, and a good time was had. Too good apparently, as the combination of Crown and sleep deprivation took it's toll on me Saturday.

I never really woke up yesterday, and spent more time shuffling around the apartment than anything else. At some point I took the kids for the afternoon, mostly because I missed them. We made our usual trip to Target to pretty much shop for nothing at all. Of course, that move made for a tiring day. By the time I got back to the house, I was out for the count. The rains started to roll in, and I realized, without a doubt, that I was probably not going out, despite the virtual roster of parties on the agenda last night. Capital L loser.

It turns out my fatigue is more than I thought, as I've been strung out all fucking day, with zero energy and NO appetite. If I'm not eating there's something seriously up. I'm starting to wonder if it's because I'm missing Tracey. Yeah, that's pretty crazy, right? I mean, she wants nothing at all to do with me. Whatever.

Anyway, much appreciation to the rarified friends who sent me invites and addresses for last night's list of soirees. I'll revel in your fun vicariously.

The Oscar goes to...

I love movies, I really do. Even though I feel the Academy Awards are mostly claptrap some years, I do appreciate the recognition of superior acting. Some performances just never make the cut, though, and are lost forever in obscurity. It's not relegated to film, either. So often we lose the smallest little miracles of performance, no matter what the original medium. Through the wonderous technology that is the Internet, I've found a fantastic piece, recently uncovered in the BBC archives. It's long, but worth the effort.

Performance of a Lifetime

*sniff*

I tear up just thinking about it.