Luck and lessons

The past 30 hours or so have proved instructive and contained some nice surprises.

I went out last night to 12 Galaxies to see Rube Waddell perform.

Lesson 1: To be sure you get your ass out of the house on a Friday night when you’re kinda tired and "oh maybe I’ll just watch a movie", invite a friend to join you. You will go, so as not to let down your friend (especially a friend on crutches because of his broken leg).

The show time said 9pm. We planned to meet there around 9:30. We arrived and after a little while the opening band (Carnivale Johnson or something that sounded kinda like that) went on. Rube Waddell didn’t go on until, jeez, musta been nearly midnight.

Lesson 2 (which I already knew): Bands never start at the announced time and there is never only one band on a Friday or Saturday night.

The opening band was odd and fun. The second act, though, holymuthafuckinCeehristonacrutch was he ever good.

Luck 1: That opening act was a great discovery.

It was Hamell on Trial and that guy and his lil’ acoustic guitar makes speed metal bands look like pussies. Great stuff. Check out his tour dates and make sure to see him. I bought his live cd from when he opened for Ani DiFranco in 2000. Mighty fine.

Lesson 3: Opening acts sometimes put on a better show than your old favorite you actually came to see.

Rube Waddell was playing well, I think, but the sound mix just wasn’t working for me and I was getting tired. I listened to the first half dozen numbers and then slipped away to take a cab home to sleep thinking "oh the lovely sleeping I will have, oh yes…"

Luck 2: Sometimes you get a ride with a really nice cabbie.

I flagged a cab in front of the club and Hey! It’s my friend Vern! Kickass!
We had a brief visit slightly impaired by my fatigue. I made him take some money for the ride which he woulda comped me. Least I could do for the poor guy having to work while I got to go out and play. And then go inside and sleep.

The sleeping was really great.

This morning I got up and futzed around the house for a few hours then set out to return a DVD to the library and then go sell clothes.

Lesson 4: Places that buy clothes are really fussy.

I should have remembered what I found out last time: unless it’s pristine or a good brand in good shape or really really distinctive, Buffalo Exchange and Crossroads don’t want it. I could have saved myself a lot of hassle if I’d brought the half dozen things I thought there was a good chance they’d want and put the "maybe they’ll go for it" stuff straight into the Goodwill bag.

Hauling a box of stuff down there and then having them buy two things put me a bit out of gear. Then when I took my $15 credit and found a rather nice green sweater to spend it on, the clerk was so distracted by talking to his friends that I couldn’t get his attention to get my checked box with the stuff they didn’t want. I had to go to another clerk to get it. I left the store annoyed (partially with myself for bringing so much, it’s true) and it was only after I walked up to Duboce Park, caught the trolley to Cole Valley and had gotten off again that I realized I didn’t have the green sweater. (I must have somehow left it on the counter because I rearranged my box outside the store before I set out for Duboce and it wasn’t in there). I called and they were very nice about it, but unfortunately they couldn’t find it. Another woman came up and had put her stuff all over the counter after I finished paying so we think the clerk must have bagged my sweater with her stuff. All I can hope is that she’ll bring it back because I quite liked it. I’ll check in tomorrow and they’ll give me credit for something else. Best outcome I could hope for at this point I guess.

Lesson 5: When shopping, make sure you have everything before you leave the store.

I sold one more thing at the Haight Buffalo Exchange and wanted to trade it for some fantabulous 4" heels but they were too big so I got a sexy sweater instead. Then I took the unsold stuff to Goodwill and lightened my load.

As usual I stopped in at Held Over, my favorite thrift store, and though I didn’t find anything absolutely incredible, I found a couple good things – stockings and a nice sweater I really like even though it looks like I stole it from my grandma – and the staff were really friendly as usual.

Afterwards I went for a fresh green salad at People’s Cafe and when I realized I wanted to read with my meal, remembered my planner has the Palm Reader software with a bunch of copyright-free books.

Lesson 6: It’s good to be prepared with your own amusements should you be waiting somewhere.

One delicious meal and some of the Essays of Oscar Wilde later, I boarded a bus for downtown and walked to EQ3 to buy a sofa. I found them through their good rating on Citysearch and was pleased with what I saw on their website. Since I was able to quickly look at all their designs, read about their product specifications and see the colors online, I just had to confirm my decisions in the store and sit on the "Betty" loveseat to make sure it’s actually comfortable. I was very pleased with the price being under $1000 with delivery. I was really afraid I wouldn’t be able to find a nice piece of furniture to invest in that wasn’t going to really dig me in the hole. It’s still a bunch of money to shell out, but it’s not going to force me to live on Maruchan Ramen for months on end. At last there’ll be more than one comfy place to sit in my living room! (Well, at last after it gets delivered in a month and a half or so).

Lesson 7: do your research before you shop and shopping will be less of a pain.

Since EQ3 is across the street from Trader Joe’s and I’d already promised myself the luxury of a cab ride home after walking all over the place, I went and bought some things that are hard for me to pick up without a car. Couple bottles of wine, some frozen food; nothing fancy and not a lot of stuff, just enough to make me feel that I’d gotten even more done today than planned.

If the weekend ended with that, I’d feel I did pretty well, but – O joy! – it’s only Saturday night and there is a whole day more! Thank you, labor unions.

Hope you’re all having a good weekend out there.

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4 thoughts on “Luck and lessons”

  1. I got sidetracked into looking up links and forgot to mention luck #3: running into fabulous women at 12 Galaxies! It was great to get to visit a little with Willo & Lucia.


  2. It was great to see you, Dinah!
    Dude, Hamell was so amazing I didn’t even know what to post. So I quoted you; I hope you don’t mind.
    (The opening band was Carney Ball Johnson (K. Ball is a friend of mine), but “Carnivale Johnson” sounds great too! Good ear on you!)


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