Baby Ate My Eight Ball
2007-11-20 14:39:50
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We went out! Twice! In two nights!
First we went to see Jill (one of the awesome foursome from JMWO's the summer of gin and tonics) play viola in La La La Human Step's modern ballet performance all about swans. I love having friends who are doing exciting things! The company are doing an enormous 4-month tour of Europe and since Jill has already had a fantastic tour of Barcelona when we came here with JMWO last year, we had fun being very domestic - shopping at the market, cooking lunch, wandering the streets of Gracia and having tapas, coffees and mojitos. We also went up to Tibidabo, but this time brought with us a sandwich picnic and a bottle of cava, which we enjoyed in the sun on the steps of the church.
Sunday night we braved the handful of finglish (and surprisingly numerous bogan skippies) to see my love Gruff and the Super Furries perform. It was a good old fashioned gig - no backdrop, props, cartoon animation - just the boys and their guitars. It was wierd seeing lots of mildly interested Spanish people, who just didn't get into it and lyric mime like those English fans can. Noticing it was quite subdued, Gruff put on a power rangers mask for bits of the second half, and sang with the mic slotted in through a hole in the visor. Oh Danni how I thought of you!! Gruff doing his thing holding a microphone to his eye a la Noel Fielding. I was overcome with love.
First we went to see Jill (one of the awesome foursome from JMWO's the summer of gin and tonics) play viola in La La La Human Step's modern ballet performance all about swans. I love having friends who are doing exciting things! The company are doing an enormous 4-month tour of Europe and since Jill has already had a fantastic tour of Barcelona when we came here with JMWO last year, we had fun being very domestic - shopping at the market, cooking lunch, wandering the streets of Gracia and having tapas, coffees and mojitos. We also went up to Tibidabo, but this time brought with us a sandwich picnic and a bottle of cava, which we enjoyed in the sun on the steps of the church.
Sunday night we braved the handful of finglish (and surprisingly numerous bogan skippies) to see my love Gruff and the Super Furries perform. It was a good old fashioned gig - no backdrop, props, cartoon animation - just the boys and their guitars. It was wierd seeing lots of mildly interested Spanish people, who just didn't get into it and lyric mime like those English fans can. Noticing it was quite subdued, Gruff put on a power rangers mask for bits of the second half, and sang with the mic slotted in through a hole in the visor. Oh Danni how I thought of you!! Gruff doing his thing holding a microphone to his eye a la Noel Fielding. I was overcome with love.