cave shmave

last night w and i went to this cave concert in marin. only it wasn’t a cave, it was actually a long concrete tunnel. and only it wasn’t a concert but hippy music with bad poetry. ok, the music wasn’t really hippy, but the poetry was really really bad. but really, a cave concert? i know that “long concrete tunnel with only one opening concert” doesn’t sound quite as exciting as a “cave concert”, but still i think it’s a little disingenuous. or at least stretching the bounds of marketing believability. besides, this whole thing was targeted to hippies— wouldn’t they notice, more than anyone else? this is like me charging people for the rainforest experience, where i take them into my apartment, plead them into my bathroom, and as i pull back the shower curtain i reveal my umbrella plant being pelted by the waterpik shower head on the triple massage setting. and then i recite poetry.

earlier in the day, dg and i went over to my friend mark’s house to watch the BIG GAME. he’s got a 52” hdtv as well as all his frat buddies, so it was a raucous time. only we lost. not by much, but we clearly still lost. i can see it, and the end. (L).

all in all not a great week for football. my team lost, and then today one donovan mcnabb tore his acl, which ripped the heart out of both my fantasy teams. good night, folks!

and now after watching the BIG GAME on hdtv yesterday, watching football on my tv at home looks like crap. damn you hdtv!

Posted at November 19, 2006 7:55 PM