What I’m reading: The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao by Junot Diaz
What’s on the iPod: Keep Yourself Warm by Frightened Rabbit
You know it’s been a good weekend when you come back to work to recover fully from it. We spent the weekend at the Scottish Irish Music Festival – literally. We showed up at the convention center sometime around 11:30 Saturday and came home for food and sleep. The bands were amazing, and the variety of music was just right.
Saturday we walked into a dark, packed hall. High winds weren’t the cause, though they should have been. An accident, a transformer, and three hours of darkness – I doubt the cause. The winds were up to 50 mph.
Still, the show went on. Amid vendors with emergency lights or flashlights, bands took to stages and sang without instruments in some cases, without any microphones in all cases. Blessedly, the power came on by 12:45 and we were back in business.
There were Gaelic lessons, whiskey tastings, dance lessons, and of course, the booths. I managed to find a gorgeous hand-painted leather journal. Maybe just buying it was inspiration – I have three poems in mind that I’ll work out and record in it.
We hung out at the kilter’s tent (USA Kilts) and chatted with friends and the owners quite a bit, then finished off our weekend at Molly Maguires. We’d missed what they affectionately call “St. Practice Day” at one of the pubs (amen – a little too kitschy for me), but any time you walk into this place, you get a conversation or a good time (usually both).
Today lots of work. I picked up new clients last week and I have plenty to keep me out of trouble. I have a kid moving home this week to commence her job search on this side of the state, so I want to get a lot out of the way so I can spend some time with her the day she arrives. By the way, if you know of a good starter position for a newly minted Comm Media major, she’s willing to relocate for the right offer. Her concentration is on video editing and marketing – real marketing, not sales.
I’m hoping for a slow day, but expecting anything but that. That’s fine. It beats endless idleness and the nervousness that goes with it.
How was your weekend? What’s your week looking like?