Yesterday, after dealing with the lack of water in Hoyt, I drove into the city to see cessna182, his fiancé, and the latter's family. We had decent fare at Sushi Hana. Twenty bucks for all you can eat sushi, edamame, and tea. Not bad at all. Impressed a few of the future in-laws with my knowledge of sushi. After dinner we went to one household saw some hilarious Penn and Teller, some scary wardrobe advice show, and chatted. As people nodded off a few of us went over to where cessna182 and his fiancé are staying, where he and I stayed up talking until half past one when his fiancé sleepily asked him to go to bed. As usual, we just chatted away for hours about a variety of topics. On my way home, I tried calling redvector to see where his roving party was, but couldn't get a hold of him.

After saying goodbye and happy Easter to the extremely sick and hungover petemagyar and the slightly better strawberrygal, I hopped on the PATH to Union Square, heading for the Coffee Shop. But along the way I discovered a change and plans, and ended up joining cessna182 and future in-laws for nice Italian instead. After dinner I bid them a fond farewell as they boarded the subway back to their section of the city. I hoofed it for a while, wandering around the city, finally making my way to the Mercury Lounge. Searching for an ATM around the place, I found Meow Mix, the lesbian bar featured in Chasing Amy.

While waiting for jenniever and crew to show up, I caught the second band of the evening, Cordero. Give them a listen. A nice mix between indie rock and Latin beats, some of the songs were in English, some en Español. They complained about being given tons of Red Bull at one point. What a tragedy! Right before their last song of the night, jenniever and friends showed up. The next act was The King of France, which was best described by one of jenniever's friends as being ``very Little Shop of Horrors'' yet not bad at all. Very theatrical at times, with an interesting look to them.

Next up was the reason we were all there, Roger Meade Clyne. Front man of Roger Clyne and The Peacemakers, former lead singer of The Refreshments. Grab some of the music here if you want to give it a gander. Another Latin themed act, a good percentage of his songs seemed to revolve around Mexico. Yes, there was the celebration of life. There were the libertarian rants that made jenniever's political friend wince. There were many other things expressed, but Mexico was a recurring character in the musical tapestry of Roger Clyne. Having never heard him before that night, I didn't know what to expect at all, and I was impressed. A good live show, a nice cover of American Girl, and a nice variety of songs. During the evening some asshole roughly shoved past jenniever and one of her friends. The friend elbowed the guy back gently, while jenniever went ahead and thwapped him. The guy accused jenniever's friend of hitting him, while she pleaded innocence. The guy even asked a nearby couple, who denied his attempt to place blame. Guessing that it might erupt into a fight, I immediately figured out a strategy. Rip the fucker's earring out. But he and his friends left before the show was over, and weren't waiting for us outside. Getting back to the show, Roger Clyne was quite the drinker and sweat machine, and a decent showman. They capped the evening off with the song of his that I've heard a million times, the theme song to King of the Hill, a song I never thought I'd hear live.

On the way back, I realized I was right down the road from redchef's cart, but jenniever had a long night of driving ahead of her, so I didn't ask to visit the master chef and thinker. She dropped me off back at my place after emerging from the Holland Tunnel and picking a fight with an SUV.

Tomorrow morning I get to meet jenniever's mother and grandparents. Wish me luck!

Feeling: happy
Listening to: Cordero, Had You Fallen Away