I have to say that this is the first time ever the words "hey, winter's going by pretty quick" have come out of my mouth. and as I scour websites and the advocate and the phoenix for dates, I am thrilled at the extravorganza that is about to ensue:
sat. 2/12 - leave for cabo
spend a week with mom in the sun, avoiding that uncomfortable holiday that hallmark invented to make us feel like we have to do the one wonderful most fantastic brilliant thing no one has ever thought of before for the person we're smitten with. and then do it again the next year, bigger and better, with cards and chocolate and weeping. I don't know about you guys, but I'll take the beach and no expectations.
sat. 2/19 - back to branford
arriving on america west at 10:42 pm
sun. 2/20 - show #1
go see colin meloy at the iron horse and revel in the spectacularness I've been promised by his fans.
spend a week enslaved by the man, and then...
sat. 2/26 - show #2
go see anne heaton at the lizard lounge in cambridge. I don't even know where the fuck either of those things are, but I love anne madly. soulful stand up and sing your heart out at the piano goodness.
wed. 3/02 - show #3
go back up to mass. for the frames at the paradise. give me that look again... my toes are curling up just thinking about it. all attempts to stand front row stage right will be executed to the fullest.
thu. 03/03 - road trip
leave to drive down to boca with eve. really. I haven't done something like this since I went cross country - shit, I can't believe I'm going to say this - ten years ago. except for james taylor new year's eve 2000, but the guy was an asshole and it didn't count. maybe we'll run into chris carrabba in the record store down there.