debriefing

• Cincy was a good time. The Garfield Suites are nice pseudo-apartments, suiteable for drinking/sleeping/watching the Cavs play like shit on national TV.


• Spoon . . . well, I was disappointed. I mean, it was a great show, but my expectations were certainly elevated from the last time I saw them. I thought that show featured a much more high-energy crowd (albeit smaller) and performance. I love the new album and it seems based on crowd reaction/sing-alongingness that it has garnered them some new fans. That fact plus a less than fast, but nevertheless, delicious dinner conspired to cause us to arrive somewhat late to the festivities. By the time we got there the crowd was substational and we had to stand in the back of an abnormally long venue. Oh well.


• We caught a Reds game on Saturday afternoon. I had to agree with Alan that the Great American Ballpark looked like a fancy minor league park. Is it possible for a major league park to look chintzy? I report; you decide. They had this monstrous thing beyond centerfield that looked like a steamship. It's available for all your group outings.


• My hair looks funking spectacular today, fyi.


• I got sunburned at the game. It was only about 60 degrees, so I had a long-sleeve shirt on. Right now one side of my face and the backs of my hands are red. It's like I'm wearing a fancy pair of carcinogenic weightlifting gloves.


• Sometimes drinking tea makes me feel like I'm going to barf. Like right now.