weapons of massdistraction

I have high hopes for 33. My gut feeling is that, overall, it will be a much much better year than 32 was. And I kicked it off well. We had a lovely dinner with family Saturday night, and it was fabulous having friends over yesterday afternoon. The husband and I topped things off last night by going to the Triple Rock for The Sound the Hare Heard tour. Unfortunately it was the saddest show ever. More people turned out for my BBQ than did for the show. The club was so very deserted. Even though we arrived over an hour after the door time we were able to score a spot in the parking lot (unheard of!) and there were still barstools available near the stage (and even more empty ones available after we sat down). Lauren Hoffman opened and announced it was her first time in Minneapolis. With that sort of reception I’m not sure she’ll ever want to come back. We mostly went to see Thao Nguyen, who was very energetic with a great stage presence. She and her backup band were great, and worked the room as well as they could. I’d say it was a tough crowd, but there was no crowd at all. We would have stayed on for Jeff Hanson, but he was playing last. When Southerly took the stage (and no offense to him) the husband and I decided we’d rather head home, as it had been a rather long day. But with literally just a handful of people at the show we felt badly about walking out, because it would have been oh so obvious. Instead we came up with a little ploy. First I went to the women’s restroom. A minute or two later the husband went to the men’s room. And then we quietly bailed. But we wonder, did the Triple Rock have a hand in setting our fate? After all, they did stamp “Go Away” on our hands.

Bonus: Random quote of the day from the little man: “If you fall on your butt that’s fun!”
Plus: Missed Coney Island’s Mermaid Parade yet again. Thank gawd for flickr.
And: I’m starting to feel my years. Yesterday someone asked me what I’d done on my birthday the year before. I completely blanked. Later I had to resort to looking it up in my blog archives (one of the many reasons I started keeping a blog years ago). I can’t believe I’d forgotten it. Last year the husband, the little man and I drove to Madison for the weekend, and I was able to see my beloved Andrew Bird perform in an overcrowded little club. So two birthdays in a row I saw live music, but the settings couldn’t have been more different.