My Winter Vacation
Cliff January 11th, 2008
In the style of “My Summer Vacation” reports…
The first few days of my winter vacation consisted of cleaning my house and doing a lot of bookbinding. I’ve got several journals ready to go up on etsy for sale, but I need to take pictures of them first.
Then it was off to New Orleans to see Kryss and Kate. We went to 80’s night at One Eyed Jack’s and danced madly. Since our friend Xian works there, we were lucky enough to get to rest in the VIP lounge (read: balcony). After we woke up all bleary-eyed, it was off to Austin to see the Asylum Street Spankers. It was my first time getting Spanked (going to see one of their shows), and the venue was packed. By mere chance, the doorman asked Krys how many were in our party, and then gave us booth seats literally attached to the stage. Wammo was sick that night, so Guy Forsyth rejoined for the evening–and it rocked! I was screaming at the top of my lungs; if you have a chance to see them live, do eet!
Then it was off to Winter Movement Monastery, a week of movement and dance. I got sick on day two, with a trip to the emergency room in the middle of the night to treat a cold-turned-respiratory infection. Unfortunately after that I was tired and cranky most of the week, so I felt like I never truly plugged in. It was noone’s fault, but recovering on a diet of squash was tough.
Kryss and I left a day early, and that night we celebrated Kryss’ birthday by going to see The New Orleans Bingo Show at Le Chat Noir. She had a “mantourage” of 5 guys keeping her company that evening, which made for quite the sight–all of us trying to outdo our gentlemanly duty to the birthday girl. Later that evening it was off to Pravda and the Whirling Dervish for drinks. The next day we picked up Kate and headed out for sushi, drinks and dancing. The next day was my long drive home, and then up early to head in to work!
I had an (exhausting) blast, and can’t wait to do it again. It definitely made me pine for New Orleans, and desire to move there to be close to my friends and the artistic scene that’s growing again in and around the French Quarter. Until then, I’ll just have to make due with my next visit–during JazzFest!
If you and your people are ever in Atlanta and are going dancing, you MUST call me. I can’t get anyone here to go with me, and there’s an excellent darkwave and 80s night that happens some Thursdays and some Fridays. :’(