you don't need a doctor, you will need a priest

Last night we went to Puerto Alegre for a pitcher of margaritas and too much food. While everyone else had up to an hour and a half wait, we got in right away. Gotta love the host who recognizes us. From there, we got on the 14 to go to Hotel Utah and see Bulbs, Clip'd Beaks, Le Flange du Mal, and No Doctors. There was a totally funky skinny george clinton look alike on the 14. I should have asked him to hang out with us, as the show itself was pretty boring. I've never been to Hotel Utah before, and its really odd. A two tiered audience space, with one stage makes for some odd viewing. I had no idea if people were upstairs or not, and the ceiling for the lower level was really low.

I'm amazed I sat through Clip'd Beaks twice in one week. Worst. Band. Ever. Bunch of posers. Bulbs were boring as hell, all props and no music. I was expecting Le Flange du Mal to be annoying as well, based on the ridiculous amount of keyboards, but actually liked them. Finally, No Doctors sounded like a pretty standard rock band. Maybe a heavier Karate? Some of it was ok, but it was mostly boring as well. And my 7 drinks that night didn't help at all. The spacing was all wrong, so I ended up just wanting to fall asleep.

Yesterday I also got my first professional massage. It was pretty interesting. Some of it felt really good, but I'm not sure I'll make a habit of getting one. I only went because I got a deal from a friend at work.

Today its finally sunny out, for now at least. It has rained here almost every day in March, breaking a one hundred year old record for most rainy days in March. Miserable. Therefore, the sun is forcing me outside for some much needed jean shopping. None of my jeans fit me anymore-they are all too big, which rules. Unfortunately, I bet that the rest of the city has the same thought - "shit its sunny, time to go be a consumer!" and the stores will be mobbed.