April 25th, 2006, 1:24 pm
Delectable Delights in the Northeast
What’s better than seeing Wilco in some crazy-ornate auditorium in Portland, Maine?
Not the sandwich at Sebago Brewing Company
Blech. My heart broke. Having eaten naught but nibbles the whole day through, I had high hopes for a pastrami on rye - which were cruelly shattered with this processed pink meat sandwich. Fie, fie!
Fortunately, the beer didn’t suck. Ah, beer. My most trustworthy friend.
Seriously, though, the Wilco show was amazing. Those moments of universal narrative that Keith Woods speaks of - when a story (or a song) reaches that level of emotional honesty that you just go off in your own head, thinking your own thoughts — yeah, try 2 hours of that, Wilco style. Freaking ruled.
April 25th, 2006 at 1:53 pm
Not to mention that I left my hat at Sebago!
And, by the way, you left all that chocolate in my fridge.
April 25th, 2006 at 5:06 pm
I know. Don’t think I haven’t been thinking about that chocolate ever since I left. I’ve been imagining ways that it could be sent to me. Perhaps slipped into the lining of a penguin cage, headed for the zoo? Packed tight with dry ice in a styrofoam cooler? Simply placed in a plastic bag and an envelope? It would melt, but I could re-melt it here into a chocolate shape and then eat it. Many hours have been lost, brainstorming chocolate shipping methods.