Thursday January 29 2015

Suburban Living at The Parlor (January 29 2015) (1)[i]

Waking up at 11:45 a.m.

Irish Oatmeal with Cinnamon, Maca Powder, Maple Syrup, Chia Seeds, Strawberries, Blueberries, Apple Rings, Apple Cider Vinegar, and Almond Milk. Coffee with Coconut Creamer.

General chores.

Working out at The Escape – running a couple miles.

Scrambled Eggs. Toast with Butter and Jam. Flax Corn Tortilla Chips with Hummus. Dark Chocolate. Oolong Tea.

Teaching lessons at Music Makers. Then, to Jackie Vu's house for a private piano lesson. She just purchased an old upright piano from the 1930's and wanted me to check it out.

Scooping up Ana, Anthony, and Rachel from the house and heading to Norfolk for the rock show at The Parlor on Granby. Eating leftover Mung Beans with Broccoli. I'm performing bass in Elliott's band, You're Jovian – my first time playing in his music project – we're a simple three-piece this evening. Downing a couple Bold Rock Hard Ciders. I hardly ever drink but last night and tonight, for the sake of being in a highly stimulating social setting, I drink. It's also Suburban Living's record release show. They put on a stellar set.

Bad Pic of Ana and I (January 29 2015)

Elliott and James Nee at The Parlor (January 29 2015)

Suburban Living at The Parlor (January 29 2015) (2)

The Musicplayer at The Parlor (January 29 2015)

Pizza after party at The Blue Marlin on 25th and Pacific Ave. Wesley says to knock twice and that the password is "Chanello's". Appropriately, a couple Chanello's Cheese Pizzas are brought to share. I enjoy a couple slices with a PBR.

Pizza After Party at Blue Marlin (January 29 2015)

Later on at 7-11...

Some guy wearing a Batman beanie is humorously in a rush to buy a box of magnum condoms. "Dun-na-na-na-na-na-na-na Batman!" he sings. "I gotta hurry. I got pussy waiting on me!"

Elliott bought a 2-liter of Pepsi that he's adamant about shaking up vigorously then tossing off the second floor...

In route to drop Rachel off at her house. Up front Ana and I are having a playful argument about chocolate.

"Are you guys having a chocolate argument?" Rachel asks.

"The Chocolate Argument," Anthony repeats the arrangement of words.

Me: "Oh my goodness, that's too good. Sounds like a school of thought or philosophy. Maybe a band name."

Back at the house. Anthony had given me a couple boxes of old writings and trinkets from his past to keep safe in my closet. He wants to take possession of them again. I pull them down.

Ana: "Robert is like your storage unit!"

Me: "It's true."

I didn't get the chance to have a personal brother-to-brother talk with Anthony as I would've liked but it was still refreshing to have his charismatic presence around. We exchange hugs goodnight.

Sleep 3:30 a.m.

[i] Images by me.

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