A tale of two cities represented by singular letters and perhaps a number

I chuckle at myself sometimes, really I do. I've come to the conclusion that I have a strange OCD about figures being in even numbers (the television volume, amount of posts, to-do lists). Stupid? I think not, compared to other habits that other people have.

Anyway.

Saturday was the photoshoot with Elle & The Fonts in D-town, which, in actuality, is just Elle and whomever wants to jam with her at shows, which is quite crafty. "Anyone can be a Font!" she's said, and has the tendency to hand people in the crowd plastic easter eggs with pinto beans inside.

Beforehand, she took me to the WAB (Woodward Ave Brewery), which was a delightful choice. I, however, ceased to grab any beer while I was there, since I was promised drinks later at her usual intoxicating stomping grounds. However, I did get the black bean quesadillas, of which made my taste buds rather happy. I also introduced my stomach to Cholula for the first time, which will frequent in the near future, given that I remember to buy a bottle the next time I buy groceries.

We then got down to business as far as picture-taking goes, and had a really good time. Half the time I didn't realize she was posing for me, until she kept reciting, "Yeah, so I watch 'America's Next Top Model', and I learned this pose from it, I won't lie" I'm pretty geared up for photo-edit mode, but just not yet, since I have to figure out what the hell is going on with these damn computers...

...stupid technology.

We then went to her stomping grounds, which was a surprise to me. The Ye Olde, your to-the-strict-Webster's-dictionary-down-to-the-T definition of a standard dive bar. I decided to fancy myself and get a Jack and Coke, but to my surprise and apparently to the bartender making them, it was a mere Jack and soda water... do I really need to say that I was leaning to one side after one drink? Not really, but I just did anyway.

After that pit stop, we headed to A2 with some of her friends to check out a show in a place called The Halfass. Crafty name for a dorm rec room that just happens to throw shows. It was like a time warp back to shows I recall seeing once upon a time, where Chuck Taylors, leggings, swoopy hair, and black rimmed glasses flowed freely like a stream in the forest. The music was decent, for the genre it all was (indie/experimental/folk/ambient?/blues), just not so much my dominant cup of tea. I would buy the albums, simply to listen to on a sweet spring day, laying in the grass somewhere.

I couldn't seem to shake of the observation I had that one of the bands' "misc. instruments" player resembled a young Peter Framption (who I have seen in concert a few years back, a-thank you.).

We did, however, get there too early, so our boozer selves walked to The Brown Jug, your typical A2 campus landmark. Elle snagged a shot called "Oh No! Blueberries" which had us all laughing throughout the night, typically to replace a simple "Oh no" in any given sentence that signifies subtle failure.

Example: and this is the truth people; when we were walking back to the car after the show, running by the parking structure was a heavier black girl, catching up to her friends. The catch is, she had a rather large assets, and they were on the verge of freeing themselves from brazierre (how the hell do you spell that word?! it's marked.) purgatory. Upon observing this, I turned to Elle's friend Aaron and mouthed, "oh no... blueberries."

Flashback to the bar. I snagged myself a pint of Leinenkugel's Sunset (there is no way that's a standard pint! Way larger. But hey, I liked the price), along with a couple Long Island. Toasty? You bet.

The drive from Detroit to Grand Rapids the next morning was rather boring, as a lot of you know (well, those that are familiar with the route). I managed to get home at noon on the nose, with time to spare for a nap. Sadly, that didn't happen since Dave is crazy mad batshit sick right now, so I had to pick him up from work.

Good grief.

In other news, I'm becoming rather reclusive and figuring that things aren't going to always be a happy ending, so I might as well be pessimistic with that outlook and throw in the figurative towel with certain aspects of my life.