Mykala, Heroic
Dinners are Chino are always fun. Here, we said goodbye to Tony, who left for Iraq for 18 months the weekend of this party.
Trains and sewing machines! Lordy this was a good concert. My First Time at the Ascot Room the past Friday at the Quest, and certainly that room did not disappoint, except for the morons who were talking. They were really annoying and should have stopped talking. Seriously, they had an entire lounge area to yell about pointless things but they chose the back of the Ascot Room. Ridiculous. Anyhow. I was expecting Imogen Heap to have the delicate voice of Dido (who, from the cuts I have heard, sounds horrible live), but Ms. Heap (can I call her that?) is anything but weak live. Her voice is smooth as silk, effortlessly running up and down her catchy melodies, and dropping down from high notes with a signature and distinctive sound.
Not as good as that other sunset picture, but one that incorporates the Minneapolis skyline a bit better.
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How long have I been waiting to attend this concert? George Winston at Orchestra Hall. No mics, no CD scratches, no speakers between us and the music … simply a wooden soundboard vibrating and filling a holiday concert hall. Years. Mykala and I went the Monday before Christmas, parked in the cold parking garage and proceeded to the elevator to get to the skyway. There was a small group waiting, and one member of it hit the down button. The doors opened, but the group simply stared. I advanced a bit, looked in the empty elevator doors, and hesitated, not wanting to violate the laws of common courtesy. Then, with a lazy “ding” the doors slid shut again. I scratched my head and turned around to a Mykala who was beside herself laughing. It must have been an odd sight, to see the door open, and me peer in, only to become confused as the doors shut again. Eventually, though, we made it into the concert hall and took our seats in the 24th row.
Friday saw me seeing my first Ballet (The Nutcracker, which is a good first, I think). The overall experience tended more towards vignettes than I would have originally thought, but I think this worked very well. Miss K(B)J Lind (I just invented that name code) performed flawlessly: I think dancing with the Moscow Ballet would be an incredible experience. In an analagous situation (me playing in an internationally known orchestra), I would have fainted.
As for life around here, the dryers still don’t dry, I still like Mykala, and cereal is still the best option at the Binz. This past weekend more than made up for that “food thing,” though. Since one can only handle so many creative interpretations of the fish stick Friday nights at the Binz, me, Mykala, Emily, and Markoe (Markoe, Ryan) headed out to Chino Latino. That was really good, and by really good I mean very flavorful and also a completely new dining experience. Alex + urban specialty restaurants have, until this point in time, not had any type of relationship. This past Friday, though, I had calimari, edamame, and mussels (in a coconut curry sauce) for the first time in my short tenure here on Earth. Markoe paid for the entire thing before anyone could stop him — I felt like a slob, so I plan on losing money in his room sometime. Anyhow, all of it was very very good (especially the edamame, which let you choose how much salt you wanted, as it was on the outside of the pods of soy … soypods?).
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