This fall has been really kind of busy for me. Doing what - I have no idea because it's not like I'm some big wheelie dealie. I'm just pleased that I haven't burned down the garage or locked myself out of the house.
But because of the business, I forgot to enter into the Gingerbread House contest that they have annually during Bellefonte Christmas.
That didn't stop me from rocking one out though…
Sunday, 12/9/07: My living room: Gingerbread House.
We bought a little kit from Weis' and some extra candy as well. I did some research on teh internets. We smashed everything together and this is a what we got.
Poor, naked, little house. Let us fix you up.
Put on some pants you damn freak.
I picked out the roof. I hate many Nonperials and got sick. We had to buy more to finish the roof. Here is Troy working on front door.
The beauty of a finished house. I am immensely proud.
Side shot of the house. I had to make more Royal icing to finish the thing. I realized that I don't like powdered sugar. At all.
Detail on the roof. So far, 2 weeks later, all I have eaten is the path to the front door. If I wasn't so absolutely sick of sweets from Christmas, the room would be off by now.
Friday, 12/14/07: Hooka Lounge: The Moneynotes.
I've been kind of putting off going to the Hooka Lounge, aka Chronic Town, because 1) I don't smoke hookas, 2) I don't like kids because they make me feel old. And the word Chronic reminds me of Snoop Dog, which in turns reminds me of drinking 40s and some other shit that I would rather just forget ever happened.
But our friend Jason was coming up and he is friends with the band, so what the shit, right?
We saw The Moneynotes when they were Dr. Horsemachine and the Moneynotes about a couple of months ago. They have had a name change but they rock it the same. Check out the song My Magdalyne. The fiddle player plays the shit out of it when they are live.
They played with The Minor White and a couple of other bands, which is really all the same. Jason says that there is only one band in Scranton with 30 different people in it. That's pretty much true from this night. I think that we watched 3 or 4 bands, and they all had at least one common member between them.
All bands were really really great, except for one dude that was really good just too damn slow for such a warm room. He made Troy freak out a little.
And what can I say about Chronic Town? Well, they serve Black Cherry Stewarts Soda, which is way rad. There are a shit load of kids, and we got to watch a double date in front of very own eyes. That was fun - making up conversations about whatever the fuck they were talking about.
The bathrooms are either the kind of place you would get raped in, or chased by a ghost/demon/freddie. I guess whatever movie you watched before going would probably color your paranoia.
Here are a few pictures. I'm sure I pissed of mass amounts of people with the flash.
Yes, they have a Washboard player. That is awesome, it is true.
I am mysterious. Also true.
I swear to god, I am neither high nor drunk. I need eye surgery.
Good shot of my new Chucks.
Sadly, that is all I took. I haven't been in the picture mood lately for whatever reason.
Enjoy The Moneynotes. Listen to them intensely. You'll be glad you did.
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