A McCarty Weekend

I’m going to give this weekend an A. Or…no. Better than an A. I think I’ll give it an A to the 3rd power. An A cubed, if you will.

I know you will.

After a week filled with car problems (and, when I say “problems” I actually mean “total and complete frickin’ failure”), malfunctioning electronics, and broken dishes (I could go on), CK and I were down for some fun. But, you know what? You don’t realize how much you depend on a gigantic, plasma boob tube hanging smack-dab in the middle of your living area until it craps out on you.

You’re then forced to improvise.

After we got back from a delicious Macaroni Grill dinner (complete with an opera singer who was wandering around, singing from table to table? Really? Never noticed that phenomenon before…), we cracked open a bottle of wine and had some ridiculous fun taking turns playing old-school cds, trying to make each other crack up. There was some Firehouse, some Presidents of the United States of America (”peaches come from a can…they were put there by a man”), some Mighty Mighty Bosstones, and of course, some Snoop. It was awesome.

Top-notch non-tv time.

Then, Saturday night we headed downtown to the State Theater to see Chris McCarty. Awesome!!! This is the second time I’ve seen Chris play, and he’s fantastic. I’ve had his cd for awhile, and it’s very good. But, nothing compares to his live shows. I don’t really know how to describe him, but he plays with such obvious joy that his energy is completely contagious. We had a blast.

I wish I could tell you that I was going for “ambiance” with this picture, but the truth is my camera - as great as it is in most situations - kind of sucks in dark places. Here’s the best I could do.

See that smile??

Maybe this one’s a little better?

And, in true St. Petersburg fashion, we ran into some strange rangers right after the show. See, we promised our friend Kimmie that we’d stop at the Emerald on our way out since it was so close to the theater (she’s a bartender there). When we got there, though, there was no sign of Kimmie. HOWEVER. There did seem to be a group of people golfing inside the bar.

No, seriously.