The last two weeks I've been thinking quite a bit about getting another tattoo. Not only would three tattoos put me in the lead in my family (my sister and I are currently tied at two), but I also feel like I've worked really hard this winter and spring and I deserve a little reward.
So should I take it as some sort of sign that I ran into the guy who did my tattoos this weekend, after not seeing him in like four years? I was down at Leviticus Tattoo for the arty party, and in walked Shane from Twilight Tattoo, at exactly the same moment Marina asked me where I had my tattoos done. I pointed at him and said, "from that guy right there!"
It's a sign, right? I think so.
We weren't at the party very long before heading down to Visage Nightclub for some sweet VIP treatment (thanks to Gretchen again). Gretchen was still babysitting Nikki Reed, so she pulled together a handful of her foxiest friends and the seven of us descended on the club like a big, wet blanket of sexiness.
Now, I'm not much of a nightclub girl, but Visage is a really beautiful place with a great atmosphere. The music was totally danceable and not cheesy, plus every 30 minutes or so, some acrobats would come out to the dancefloor and do crazy stuff with ropes hanging from the ceiling. That was my favorite part, actually. I guess it happens every Saturday, too, so I can go back and check it out again soon.
Or... there's a school for learning such skills right here in the St. Anthony Main neighborhood. I could just go be an acrobat!
My notoriously aggressive kickball team, The Toxic Shockers, earned another win last week and we're currently third in the league with a 4-2-1 record. (Actually, the two teams ahead of us are tied at 5-2-0, so doesn't that technically makes us second in the league?)
I felt the need to post Captain Keacher's summary of last week's game here on Girl Friday, just so anyone who hasn't been to a game yet can understand just how totally badass we are.
The sun beat down on the leathery necks of the Shockers, as they took the field in the top of the 1st, gaining home field advantage through the Rock-Paper-Scissors skills of their team captain. Mickie was fired up, as the devil-sun had been blinding her for the last 20 minutes.
"F*ck the sun, and f*ck it setting in the west," she proclaimed, expressing her disdain for Mother Nature trying it's mean attempt to affect the Shockers, yet again. Mickie had few loyalties, but the Shockers were one of them, and toy with the Shockers was one thing a being didn't do, lest they suffer her wrath.
All in all, the Shocker Sheilas were feeling feisty. They'd been tasting the sweet nectar of victory for a couple of weeks, and they realized it was delicious. There was no way in hell they were going to allow the Shockers to fall at the hands of defeat due to the Shocker Dudes, so they took it upon themselves to go out and get the proverbial "win" and f*ck the proverbial "Prom King."
The Shockers' stifling defense proved it's merit, once again, shutting out the opposition through 3 innings, though they struggled, due to the opponent's strategy to take pitches and vie for walks. It was a bush-league strategy, unworthy to attempt to a group of professionals like the Shockers, and the Ol' Ballcoach was pissed. The Shockers bided their time, parrying and thrusting, through the uneventful process, culminating with the moment when one of the most patient Shockers of all, Hollis, screamed from left field, "It's called KICKball, so KICK the f*cking ball!"
This seemed to be a rally cry for the Shockers, as they went out and scored the go-ahead run via some speedy base-running from Kat, leaving from 2nd base. Shockers lead 1-0.
The next few innings were uneventful, with the opponent still attempting the bush-league strategy of drawing walks. They had semi-succeeded through the 6th, scoring 1 run, tying the game, and threatening to score in a few others, but time after time, a Shocker Sheila came up with a bold move: Alexis stopping all the grounders coming to her, Shob psyching out the kickers as they approached the plate, Hollis advancing runners, Mickie testing the integrity of their infield's defense, Kat forcing opponents' runners out at 2nd base, Greens' lead-off singles... It warmed the Ol' Ballcoach's heart seeing his women play so hard, as the Shocker Dudes had a lackluster performance.
The Shocker Dudes had, by no means, folded up shop, and the aggressive play of the Sheilas inspired them. Roadrunner led the bottom of the 7th off with a single, followed by another single by Kat. 2 men on, 0 outs. Swany performed a clutch sacrifice, kicking the ball to the right side of the field, advancing Roadrunner and Kat, as he was thrown out. Men on 2nd and 3rd, 1 out. Hollis was up. Hollis was concerned, and told the Ol' Ballcoach as much, doubting herself, yet the Ol' Ballcoach dismissed her concerns. He knew she was golden. Hollis showed her sand, kicking a burner down the first baseline, forcing the 1st baseman to play the out, which allowed the Roadrunner a jump on scoring. Her job was done. It was all up to Roadrunner now...
Roadrunner pushed off of 3rd base hard, feeling a twinge in his injured ankle, but there was no stopping him now. Hollis had given him the opportuntiy to win this game, and he would stop at nothing to honor Hollis' awesome kick... as he approched the plate, he felt the pressure of a play at home, and there was an obstacle, in the name of a female catcher, in his way. Roadrunner lowered his shoulder, lifted his elbow, and caught the obstacle square in the chin with his elbow. The woman fell to the ground in heap, bouncing her head off the ground, and lying in a puddle of her own tears. Some of the Shockers were concerned... but not that much, and as Hollis left the field, satisfied that her kick had won the game, she proclaimed to the injured woman...
"That's KICKball, Bitch."
Our game this Thursday is at 8:30pm on Field #2 at the Northeast Athletic Fields. We get totally fired up when we have spectators, so come watch the excitement.
A question to all my fellow city dwellers: When did you become completely unaffected by panhandlers? I think I finally hit that jaded point tonight, as I was leaving the Solstice Film Festival at the Fitzgerald Theater:
Panhandler: "Excuse me, do you have two dollars to spare for my co-pay?"
Me: "It must be nice to have health insurance. I'm two grand in debt with medical bills. Do you have two dollars for me?"
I'd just like to say that I'm really disappointed in the local media for not giving this film festival much attention. Taylor pointed me to this Metroblogging blurb on the festival, but I didn't catch anything else about it this week. Tsk-tsk.
By the grace of Gretchen and her ability to score some passes, I got to see the film Mini's First Time and attend the festival's opening reception tonight. The movie was decent; nothing I'd call great, but Carrie-Anne Moss does a rather convincing job at portraying the drunken, drugged-out Hollywood mom for the first 30 minutes she's in the film. The reception was at the Union Depot, which was a beautiful place for such an event.
But of course, my companion got restless (ADHD poster child) and I got hungry (Hypoglycemia poster child), so we bailed to Azia, one of few places to get a decent meal and a stellar cocktail past midnight any day of the week.
If you're looking for a decent cocktail during happy hour tomorrow, check out the Town Talk Diner. Taylor and Aaron have put together a Town Talk Takeover, set to go down at 5:30pm and end as soon as Taylor has to come to kickball.
I'm both lazy and an idiot for not busting out my camcorder while I was in Omaha. I even brought the damn thing; I just never took it out of my bag. Bah, oh well. I suspect that my friend Jaime has some decent video, and maybe if I ask real nice, he'll YouTube it.
So I went to Omaha for four reasons:
1. To visit Jaime 2. I've never been to Omaha 3. I like road trips 5. To help Jaime shoot a Vicious Vicious video
The Star of the video, Steve Pedersen from Criteria, assigned to me the official title of Assistant Director, so that's what I've been telling everybody.
Now, the Assistant Director has many important duties during the shooting of a rock video. Duties such as holding both the Director's and the Star's car keys. Distributing Pepsi to a thirsty crew. Driving a rented cop car with serious transmission problems from Council Bluffs to Omaha.
I'm sure there were more.
So yeah, the Vicious Vicious video for "Ho Baby" looks totally awesome so far. We had to cancel Day 2 of shooting because of the rain, as most of the scenes are outdoors. The big end scene was supposed to be shot during the free Bright Eyes concert in Memorial Park on Saturday, but the rain just didn't let up in time. The good news is that they can finish the video this coming Friday, when Erik Appelwick from Vicious Vicious will actually be in Omaha with the Tapes 'N Tapes tour, thus landing Erik a coveted cameo appearance in... his own video.
Hey, Jaime's an artist. He knows what he's doing.
Speaking of artists, I also kept telling everyone in Omaha that I was supervising the video shoot as a Minneapolis representative of the band, and that I was there to preserve the integrity of Vicious Vicious as artists, not just foxy rock stars.
I had a great time in Omaha. The people are all very friendly (like, they smile at you FOR NO REASON), there are good places to eat, the traffic doesn't totally suck, and the bad neighborhoods aren't even really that bad.
And then I drove home on Sunday and bought real beer at a gas station! God bless Iowa.
- Everyone in Omaha has lived in Minnesota for "about a year and a half"
More fun facts (and an explanation of what the hell I was doing there this weekend) when I return from Enterprise. I have to give back my sweet rental car, which I'm a little pouty about. I'm gonna miss that Nissan Altima and all her fancy options.
A. The new Guthrie is pretty cool. I went over there with Gretchen last night to check it out. It's beautiful inside, with bright, scenic views of the city from all the windows. There are bars all over the place, and apparently they'll be open all the time, like the restaurants. There's a nice observation deck overlooking the river, but don't try to light up out there (despite being outside, it's a non-smoking area). Our bartender for the evening just moved here from Detroit and was really excited about the low crime rate in Minneapolis.
2. There is a Northeast Minneapolis cop that must be stopped. Please be on the lookout for a tall, black, bald, sturdily built officer with a large moustache, armed with a radar gun and an attitude problem. His new favorite spot is the Hennepin Avenue bridge, but can be seen on East Hennepin near 35W (where I got busted), and all along Broadway, from 94 to 35W. This man does not sleep. Instead, he writes tickets all day and night, every day and every night. Some of them are even bogus; a friend of mine got two tickets from this cop the other week and is taking him to court because the statutes he quoted don't even exist. Another friend is suing him over something else, but I'm not allowed to talk about that one. Two words, though: "excessive force".
Okay, now here are a couple more videos I put up on YouTube. These are from 2004, during Lucero's in-store performance at Aardvark Records. Ben knows that I like this song, so he tried to play it for me, but forgot the words. In the second clip, he tries again.
DaimlerChrysler has decided that the high pressure power steering hose on your vehicle may crack and develop a power steering fluid leak. Power steering fluid leakage in the presence of an ignition source can result in an underhood fire.
I guess I'll be driving a rental to Omaha next weekend. The fact that the Stratus may spontaneously combust, combined with an already existing wheel issue that involves a bearing or something, has got me a little skittish about driving long distances. And, unfortunately, I just don't have time to get them fixed before I leave.
"Hey Alexis, why are you going to Omaha?" you ask. For stuff. People. Things. That may or may not involve this guy, or this band, or this song.
"Hey Alexis, why don't you have time to get your car fixed this week?" you ask. Because. Reasons. Actually, I'm just going to be a very busy bee this week with work.
Plus, Taylor tricked out my XBox and now I have like a gazillion NES, Super NES, and Sega games on it, so I've been playing Super Mario 3 for the last 2 days straight. Oh, and then Taylor made a YouTube Playlist for me with a bunch of my favorite hip hop songs, which has occupied about an hour of my day today, and will probably do the same tomorrow and the next day, as well.
So you can see how busy I am.
Oh, I'll warn you to not watch those videos if you happen to be at work. That incorrigible Lil' Kim and her "How Many Licks" might just get you fired.