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Weekend Wrap-Up. What did you do? What Grade would you give it? (apologies for the length of the IM. I got going a bit. Feel free to ignore)...

We had a great weekend. It was a Ferris Bueller like Saturday. This was our Saturday...

My brother came up to hang out with us this weekend (his 30th Birthday is impending). Went to the Institute of Contemporary Art per his request. Me liking very little after the 1890s I was dubious but went with a quiet mouth and open mind and really liked it. There were some very interesting pieces. It wasn't all just colored squares and elephants throwing paint at canvases.

Then we had a great dinner. The restaurant was owned by this guy I know of from our old neighborhood. His most successful place is a mob-themed restaurant which used to be around the corner from our old apt. I loathe the guy. He's a fat slob making money off a stereotype. But...the restaurant down by the waterfront is aces. Great food and service and apparently the best lobster my brother has ever had.

Then he and I dropped Diva off at home and ventured out to Cambridge to see our cousin's band throw a party and perform at a recording studio. The invite said to dress up. Unsure of what this meant (these hippies [hipsters?] don't speak coherent English...it's all jive, man. Even my brother was fairly baffled) I threw a cashmere jacket over a flaming red, button down with a t-shirt underneath (the t-shirt being the bachelor party tee I had made last summer...with my friend's goofy face emblazoned on the front) and a pair of fairly hip jeans. I'm old so I didn't much care. We make our way to Cambridge via the subway and follow the apparently clear directions on the website. The directions seemingly are written by someone who understands that their core audience is or will soon be drunk and or *high* so they're very detailed. We start out on "the bike path" or so we think and somehow get lost. The directions end with a mention of a white fence - more on this later, remember this. We managed to begin a wintry Bataan-like Death March down Mass Ave (which runs from Cambridge through to Boston). All the while we're trying to flag down a cab. After 20+ mins of walking we manage to get a cab and give him the address. He paused and casually pointed across the street. "It's right there, man."

*Daffy Duck double-blink*

We arrive 45mins late and walk into a massive raging party. There are girls in neon dresses with tiaras and boas. There are guys in full suits. There's one kid in a vintage looking white tux with tails and top hats. He offered me organic tea. I declined. I feel like I've totally missed the chance to let it hang out with the fashion but it's too late and really...I don't have the clothes for these wild looks anymore anyway.

The opening band is stellar. I mean...fantastic. They are heavy on percussion and it's a massive sound. There's samples and keyboards and sick bass player and they play for another 45mins. There songs will be played on my soundtrack as I take over another small country. There's a dude in a dress vest, tie and army helmet with horns on the sides and he appeared to be playing keyboards. I brother yelled something to me in my ear and pointed at him but I couldn't hear so I club nodded. A few minutes later there were people walking around with plates of hot pancakes. It was then I realized that this band had a pancakist. He was making flap jacks on stage. Occasionally, the band would do a bit of Prince and the Revolution chorography and the pancakist would fall in line and use the spatulas as drumsticks. It was wild. In 20+ years of seeing bands I'd never seen such a silly effective gimmick. (picture on my FB feed).

My cousin's band is next they are really talented. I've heard them before and they're really good. They're clearly entering an experimental phase that happens when you get a few talented and creative types in the room. A lot of the music is fairly out there but it works for long stretches. Our cousin is very motivated, owns a music store where he sells gear and teaches music. He's also amazingly nice. I worried about him later though as he looked really tired.

We ended up staying after the show and hanging out with people for an hour (I passed out my "fancy man about town" cards to a few people) but it was clear there was no unified after party plans. So...I took my soon to be 30 brother to the strip club. But as I'm looking around I see "the white fence". The white fence mentioned in the directions so we decide to take another stab at finding the subway. We follow the directions, cross Mass Ave, follow the bike path...etc. After about 10mins of walking my brother points and says, "Hey, isn't that the subway stop?" I look to where he's pointing and see the subway stop. The very one we had come out of. As I get closer I realize that the door of it is the exact door we came out of. I looked around and realized we'd actually been here, started out. It felt like Charlton Heston - "You Bastards! You blew it all up!" Essentially all we had to do was continuing walking straight, right on the path we'd started on but we'd convinced ourselves that we were wrong from the start.

*Daffy Duck double-blink*

We hop on the subway and make our way to the strip club. It was packed unfortunately. It was fairly uncomfortable and uneventful *until* I heard the beginning notes of "Tool" (Oh sweetie, what happened to you?) and saw what I am sure was Blake Lively's inspiration for "The Town". She was great - "Deja" was her stage name. Her shtick was that she was ANGRY (shtick he says). She was totally channeling Grace Slick from the 80s. She was snarling, baring her teeth, amongst the usual bits and pieces...at one point I thought she was going to rip the pole off the stage and hurl it like a javelin at someone. One guy at the other end of the bar loved her and was making it rain. But his aim was way off (why do this if you're just going to splash the money on the floor behind the bar?) Of his 3 tosses only 2 half made it near the stage. The 2nd one, however was hilarious, it exploded against a pillar and landed helplessly behind the bar with a disgruntled bartender realizing she was going to have to pick it all up and put it on stage. Because Deja was dancing to Tool she only did 2 songs. There was so much money on the stage she needed a champagne bucket to carry it all. As she was picking up money behind the bar near us she jumped down, ran over to us and snarled. Out of fear I handed/threw more money at her to which she then reached over and just grabbed some more. The sly smirk on her face, as she glanced over her shoulder signaled that she knew we were in on the joke/shtick as well.

Shortly after that the lights came up and the rush to find a cab began, the area all of this is in being very busy. It took a while to get home but as I settled into bed with Diva I briefly pondered what an excellent day it was.

Sunday was spent sleeping, eating and talking about the previous day.


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