Friday, May 17, 2013
I spent the last couple of weeks feeling blobby, never getting down to the fitness room in the hotel despite intentions. Got home, weighed myself for the first time in three weeks...and got the same number as I did then. So that's good, I guess. It's 10 pounds higher than the lowest I got to, 2.5 months ago. But at least the perception that I'd gained a bit more, threatening to break into BMI Obesity territory again, at least that isn't the reality yet.
Next couple of weekends won't help, what with my nephew's 2nd birthday party, and a trip to Madison to hang with friends over the Memorial day weekend on tap. Maybe it's a good thing I'll be alone-ish on my birthday, so as not overinlduge-ish?
Last weekend was great, except for the aforementioned never exercising. Before even getting to the concerts, I got to rescue a damsel in distress on Friday. I work with a guy named Tim. I knew him in Madison, we worked together then, and it's really through his recommendation that I got this job. He and his fiancee, Danielle, also a dear friend, had moved to Tennessee in 2011, but most of their family, including a cousin who was getting married last weekend, are still in the upper Midwest. Thursday, Tim drove from Chicago to Madison, en route to Duluth, Minnesota for the wedding. Danielle was to fly from Tennessee to Duluth on Friday. About 2:30, just as I started thinking about going downtown to try and beat the beastly Chicago rush hour traffic, I got a call from Danielle. Apparently, her flight had been cancelled, and after a bit of furious re-booking, she had hours to kill. Acting on Tim's tip that I was sticking around for the weekend, she gave me a ring, and I was all to glad to pick her up and spend a couple of hours chatting. I hadn't expected to get to see her until their wedding next month, so I was happy to get the chance.
Dropping her back off at the airport (we went two blocks away to a hotel that I'll be staying at starting in a couple of weeks - it has a bar/restaurant in the lobby), I headed downtown to catch my friends in Imminent Sonic Destruction, and waiting in line, I saw some other friends from Ann Arbor, who I didn't know were coming. So even before the music had started, my day, really, my weekend was made, getting to hang out with good friends from 700 and 400 miles away who I had no inkling I'd get to see.
The first band that evening was a local Chicago product called Mindwarp Chamber. Their music was ok, but the vocalist seemed like he was attending a different shows from the rest of us. He seemed like a smarmy radio DJ, or a game show host or something up there, repeatedly calling for a response (clapping or chanting of the chorus) from the crowd, and getting absolutely nothing. At the end of their set, they discovered they had a couple minutes more, and the guy made the mistake of forming the phrase "one more song" as a question, rather than an emphatic statement. I wasn't alone in thinking "NO!"
ISD kicked much butt, and after their set, I got to catch up with most of them, chat a bit. The next band up was the highly amusing Kingcrow, from Italy. Bought their new cd afterwards, it doesn't really live up to how fun their live show is. Pain of Salvation ended the night with a cool set. It's a band that has been pretty big stuff in the prog metal world since they began, but I'd never gotten into them in a big day. I enjoyed the show quite a bit, never really being able to tell how sick frontman Daniel Gildenlow was. Turns out he was fighting the onset of walking pneumonia, which would result in the cancellation of the next night's tour stop.
(to be continued...i started scribbling this a few hours ago, and forgot to finish the thoughts.)