Sunday, February 22, 2009

The Episode In Which One Sniffs and One Tries to Samba on the Very Same Leash


The interesting thing, I guess, is where you end up finding yourself when you begin to really start looking around.

Ed's been sending us notes of where he's going to be playing and it's usually way too last minute but this one seemed extremely necessary to attend because:

A) It was 15 bucks. That's within our entertainment budget for the week. Roller Derby has gone to $20 a ticket and $12 to park and that doesn't include your nacho budget(I don't think I'll ever really be cured of seeing my own sister not only eating those droopy jalapenos that slide over the neon cheesefood of those cardboard nachos she selected at the roller derby buffet but enjoying them. My sister? Nachos?! Really?) and that kind of way-more-than-a-$20 financial entertainment expenditure is getting a little too out of control in our opinion.

B) They advertised they were going to have the national drink of Brazil as a special for five bucks and after I googled it, I knew that within my lifetime, I had to at least sample a Caipirinha.

C) We love Ed.

Oh Ed. We met Ed as a gift from having taking a similar off the beaten path-type risk which was an Oak Park 5k. Don't remember which race t-shirt the capture of Ed corresponds to, but we were selected to be awarded with a half hour on the table with Ed and we haven't stopped winning ever since.

Ed's the coolest. He's a massage therapist slash (both kinds of)bass player slash human being supreme and so we got to watch our friend up on the stage sitting in with a band called Chicago Samba kickin' it. Oh it made us all think universal possibilities might be endless if our boy Ed could jam with a samba band. Loud.

(Live loud Ed. You do it really well.)

And so, we went and watched the spectacle from the balcony and 12 hours later we found ourselves outside in the chilly moonlight on the other end of Grantley's string out practicing the perceived washing machine hip action movement of Samba that we're nearly convinced we'll never actually be able to really do properly but we have to at least try.

Right?

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