Somehow, never did get around to washing the mountain of laundry, or dropping off the shopping bag full of dry cleaning. Haven't really fasted either, and tonight's dinner confirmed that threefold. Instead, there are various pairs of high heels in different colors strewn across my bedroom floor, a half-made bed, and suit jackets and overcoats hanging about. So I haven't really been here.So many little luxuries, so many little kismet occurrences in a life moving so fast that I never stop to appreciate it anymore. Easy to forget that I'm actually living a life I once only dreamed of.
We tried to see Imogen Heaps tonight at the Hotel Cafe but KCRW's poor planning blew that plan to bits. So we sort of ambled around Hollywood and Vine (like a couple of hookers, maybe) and, with some time to kill, wound up at Popeye's. Had some chicken with the grease. Our backup plan (and my primary plan) was the El Rey, but we didn't have to see that show until 10:15, so we stopped by the aptly named Little Bar Lounge on La Brea.
We made it back in perfect time for The Like. They were darling, and there weren't as many lesbians in the crowd as I expected. A few, definitely, but plenty of men who maybe were there courtesy of KCRW's generosity. So I love concerts.
Jon and I are heading to the Troubadour on Tuesday to see American Analog Set. I have no idea who they are. But I love concerts.
posted by Lucy Sloan @ 11:54 PM
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