Saturday's visit to a strangely tidy Underground I've mentioned, but I have to reiterate how much I appreciate simply hanging out with my people, even when all we're doing is reading our various books/magazines/newsgroups and peeling potatoes. How utterly primate, I know. [Carol has lent me the vastly enjoyable A Primate's Memoir, and so I've got baboon troops lurking about at the edges of my consciousness.]
Sunday grouchychris and I broke fast at Ing which as of last weekend has begun offering brunch. My culinary cross-over to vegetarianism is now complete - I've had vegetarian biscuits and gravy, which was the only dish I had yet to find a non-meat substitute for in the not-quite-three years I've been ovo-lacto-herbivorous. Sadly while the specific dish wasn't bad, I find I've lost my taste for salty gravy in the intervening dietary changes as well. It was just the two of us, and after food neither of us had any brilliant ideas for entertainment, so we hung out at my place for a while, then Chris took off and I took a nap.
Sharkins called and asked me out dancing for the evening, so once night had fallen we walked up to Aurafice for a pre-Mercury coffee and were captivated by a surprisingly deft musical performance by Ammon Taylor. Gorgeous voice, and a sweetheart to boot - afterwards he came over and chatted with Sarah and I, introduced himself and thanked us for attending. As an added benefit we got to meet Graves and Ash, putting names to faces I've been nod-and-smile acquainted with for some time. I confess to being slightly head-shy regarding live music in coffee shops, but this was really quite delightful.
Finishing our coffee - ok, Sharkins was done quite a bit earlier than I, I still forget how long it takes me to consume a largish portion of liquid and order a tall when I should get a short drink - we walked up to the Mercury. I wasn't entirely certain what to expect, I seemed to remember hearing something about industrial, which I like and Sharkins is ok with; all labels aside, as it turned out we both really liked the play list so I suppose it really doesn't matter too much. I could have done without G.I. Jane as the background video, but life is rarely perfect. We drank and chatted and danced to our hearts content. The club was pretty sparsely populated, I imagine simply because of the number of other things going on both in and out of town. I'm not familiar enough with the Burning Man schedule to know what night it ends, for example, but I'm guessing a number of the Mercury regulars were in transit or recovery from the Nevada desert. I know some other folks were camping on the coast as well... in any case, it made things nice for me, since I'm never fond of crowds.
Along about what I thought was last call we headed out, got some food at QFC and wandered back to my place to crash. I really enjoy these excursions with Sarah. Much more pleasant than the time or two I've gone out solo. If it's just going to be me, I might as well crank the stereo and dance around my apartment as far as I'm concerned...
Today I napped some more, read a fair chunk of A Primate's Memoir then got industrious and unpacked/tidied up the entry hall. Just before dark I was watching the September rains begin with that peculiar lift in my heart that I suspect is what truly differentiates the native from the non- hereabouts. Ah...
A Vagabond Song
There is something in the Autumn that is native to my blood-
Touch of manner, hint of mood;
And my heart is like a rhyme
With the yellow and the purple and the crimson
The scarlet of the maples can shake me like a cry
of bugles going by;
And my lonely spirit thrills
To see the frosty asters like a smoke upon the hills
There is something in October sets the gypsy blood astir
We must rise and follow her
When from every hill of flame
She calls and calls each vagabond by name.