I have not made today's or, as I'm sure you've noticed, yesterday's tinies...
Instead of tinies, I will tell you the story of my days yesterday and today. And because I'll be flying to the Red colored state tomorrow (well...in three hours I have a bus to catch...) I will knit three pairs of tinies to make up for it.
And now the story!
So you remember that candy I tried and failed to make? Well it kept me up until about three ish, so I didn't get up Tuesday until eleven. And then I had to go to lab to wrap up my rotation. I had to run a gel and set up a PCR and start some cultures and eat lunch and write up a "what I did and how to carry on" for B. AND finish all this by six, when M and I left for Punch Brothers.
Went downtown by bus, ate the nommy foods at Pike Pub and Brewery, across the street from the Showbox, then stood in the rain waiting to enter the venue. And the tickets said 8, so we figured we'd miss a bit of the opener and be fine, but that really meant doors open at eight. So we stood around awhile waiting for music to happen, which was shortly after nine. Good news was we had a really good spot to stand. One person from the stage and almost directly center.
I can't remember the name of the guy who opened, and I'm too lazy to look him up, despite being on the Interwebs currently, so I'll just type about him. He was a singer songwriter, which is always more miss than hit. People stopped paying attention quite quickly and talking instead, which is unfortunate...but I don't really blame them. He had a mainstream voice and most of his songs sounded the same. So there was more impatient waiting to be had.
And then more waiting. With some Othello playing and chit chat with the very tall guy standing in front of us (who ended up kneeling after a few songs so we could see. <3)
AND THEN THEY MADE THE PRETTY MUSIC!
|Lookit the cute bassist! Sadly, he's married...to his bass.|
|Noam's so deadpan. He made me giggle.|
|Chris came out before the encore and played us some bach (4h mvt of G Minor Sonata, specifically).|
|I want a mandolin. And I want to figure out how to pick as fast as he does.|