we've got to keep our little clique clicking at 130 bpm

oh of montreal! when will you get too old for me? because you're all i've been listening to for the last couple of weeks. *sigh*
so i had a magical marvin weekend reminiscent of blogs passed. i hear i missed a pretty entertaining michael weekend, and for that i am sad. but, the sun kissed my skin and i took a well needed mini spring break for zombie jesus. i think even zeb got out of dodge with barb, and fed some giant mammals or something.
so friday marv took me rowing, like in a boat. it was pretty sweet. i tracked it here if you want to see. it was pretty amazing AND i got a sunburn. AND i'm pretty sure we were asleep by ten o clock. it was like the hippest most relaxing day ever. we also took some pretty scenic hikes and drives as the weekend progressed, including racing waves entering a cave so that we could bask on a beach on the cave's other side. the best part, though, of this entire weekend, was a tribute show that marvin took me to, along with his friend matt and their friend emily. perhaps the best led zeppelin tribute band ever performed to a crowd i was quickly confirmed to not be cool enough to be part of. i'm at an age, friends, where i go to punk shows and i'm considered an old lady, and i go to tribute shows at taquerias and i'm considered too young. that's alright though. marvin didn't approve of my dancing techniques. i was pretty drunk so i don't remember much, but i remember a few of the night's gems.
a) the hair pieces of the band were pretty much awesome. wigs with bangs and fake roots. pretty fucking sick.
b) the lead singer's costume change mid show. i was tickled when we showed up and he was wearing the purple flowered blouse i'm sure i saw in the target circular last month. i was less enthused when he changed into the chartreuse paisley blouse of the same design. imagine this, but three sizes smaller and warn by a sixty year old guy with nothing underneath. this attire did pave the way for gem number
c) what looked to be a c-section scar across the all of the singer's stomach as well as the hugest pecs i've ever seen (as in, they might qualify as b-sized breasts) i was later informed by emily that they were surgically enhanced and the scar i insisted was from birthin' was in fact from a tummy tuck. bravo lead singer of led zeppelin tribute band, bravo. and i'm sorry for our awkward encounter backstage. i was there to pee, not to give you roadie type blow jobs, and i'm sorry for that. they did rock to boot though. yay!
ah. mini breaks = love.
i did miss sweet d and pat though. i love you pseudo family. and i heart you bunches.
i'm sure there's more. i'll share when it comes to me
*devon*