It’s 3:00 A.M., and while it’s only Sunday I’m pretty sure there’s not much more left for the weekend.
When it was daylight…
I did my morning walk on Saturday, doing the loop from the Coventry area to Shaker Square to Cedar-Lee. The Shaker Square Market is starting to produce more than the anemic leafy greens that are the standard for this time of year…but the really good stuff is still a few months away. Some Russian Kale and Ohio City Pasta is enough to make me happy and justify a good six-to-eight mile walk (today? six.).
In the afternoon, it was cleaning and eating. Cleaning: the house, the dishes, the laundry. Eating: Ohio City spinach pasta, oranges from Zagara’s (4/$2.00), and a granola bar. Someplace in there, some email and the new banner images.
And then, night…
After the sun disappeared, I went to Spy to see DJ Colette.
Click on the DJ Colette link, then come back…
Things learned while at Spy listening to Colette create/play music:
- Good news: I require no more dancing skills now than I did ten years ago to step onto the dance floor. The motto “nobody cares how you look because they are too worried how they look” is still true. yay.
- There was a guy taking photos and video of people dancing. He was not a club employee. Creepy. Really creepy.
- Colette is just as attractive in person as she is on her website. She is also a better DJ than her website suggests. Several times I thought she had lost the beat when it turned out that she was mixing things together in a very cool (and borderline asynchronous) way.
- Some guy named Josh bought me a cherry bomb (two, actually) for telling him where the bathroom was located. One was nice. Then I got another from him. Two…well…it’s vodka and Red Bull, or that’s what Josh told me, and now it’s 3:00 A.M. and I’m drunk and wired. Whoops.
That’s all I’ve got. No great mysteries. Just four silly things. And, sadly, despite it being so early on Sunday that it’s still reasonably Saturday, I’m afraid that I’ve got nothing more to say until Monday…or until I sleep and sober up a touch.
…and darn it, I’m hungry! I should have stopped at IHOP before coming home. 
Edit (10am): Point #3 is not as shallow as it sounds. When I checked out her website, it was a very slick Flash animation and I worried that this would be lots of good marketing and not enough substance…it’s the case for so many “rock stars” today with telegenic looks and average musical skills. Colette was as good as the hype. That’s all I’m trying to say.
