-- William Gibson, All Tomorrow's Parties
Today was a good day. The plan was for me to come up to Bethlehem Friday night for the start of the Celtic Classic festival, but work interfered. So Saturday morning, I got up at 0500, showered, dressed, called a cab. Saw a squirrel running along phone lines, no doubt going about some evil machinations. Saw a Deer Park water bottle full of what appeared to be urine sitting on a sewer grate at 9th and Spruce. Sat in the Greyhound station for an hour or so, trying to read The Dark Tower while a woman sat next to me prattling in Spanish on her cell phone so fast it was almost impossible to recognize as language.
The brief pauses as she listened to the few words whoever she was conversing with could get in before reattaching to whatever ranting thread she was spinning out.
Eventually the bus comes, and I get on, and try to sleep against the constant droning of some woman boring (I can only imagine he was just being polite) the hell out of the bus driver. Reiterating her points over and over, such as they were, using minutely changed phrasing and then agreeing with herself.
Get to the Allentown station, climb into the car with Gloria and Rik, and almost fall asleep. Hang out for a bit at their apartment, then decide to head out for the parade. As we're walking up the street, we run into John and his girlfriend, M. (whose name I am not going to try to spell). Good timing. We go and watch the parade. Many drunk men in skirts playing bag pipes. A number of school bands are also in attendance. Several convertible PT Cruisers are in the parade as well, which was somewhat jarring. The drivers all looked to be car salesmen. Slicked back hair, the works.
Eventually we made our way to the festival itself. I had a meat pie of some sort. There was some dancing. Some cupar tossing and weigth for height throwing. Unfortunately we couldn't actually see the guys tossing the cupars; the crowd was so thick we saw only what appeared to be telephone poles moving under their own power, and sometimes, if they wanted it enough, jumping into the air, and possibly spinning when they hit the ground.
I got sunburned, which is something that hasn't happened in ages.
Went to go see Shaun of the Dead, which I highly recommend, even if you aren't into zombie movies. It was all sorts of funny.
There were two kids that sat in our row who had to be trying to look like Jay and Silent Bob. If they weren't, they must have been lost, because Jersey is miles and miles from here.
The Seed of Chucky preview ended on a line that made Rik, Gloria and I groan: "GET A LOAD OF CHUCKY." Awesome.
Went to the Golden Gate Diner (which, as Rik found out after asking the owner after our meal, was named after the Greek Golden Gate to Heaven, and not after the fact that much Bethlehem steel went into the Golden Gate Bridge; as always I love when names work on multiple levels, so I was very amused) for dinner. I ate too much, but seeing as how I had a small meat pie and three tacos in the last two days, I'm not too worried about it.
I am unhappy that neither Pete or Michelle got to hang out with the tildekids today, as it's such a good, relaxing group. C'est la whatever, I suppose.
Time to read some more Dark Tower, and then sleep. I'm about two hundred pages from the end... and I'm scared of what King is doing. I don't know that it's bad. But it isn't good.
Mostly I'm afraid it may be right...
I read that book. He totally dies. And when the rest of them stop the Breakers from toppling the Tower, they fly a plane into it. King is teh sukc.Posted by: Dan at September 26, 2004 1:39 PM
Also, unless you're speaking in some sort of Irish dialect wherein the rules of spelling and grammar go out the window, it's "caber".Posted by: Dan at September 26, 2004 1:42 PM
Heh, no, I was just half awake when I posted this. :)
Also, King did that at the end of "Running Man". :PPosted by: bda at September 26, 2004 2:35 PM
Shaun of the Dead was friggin awesomeish.
The theater we went to (in Hamilton, NJ) decided to have pre-previews previews. No kidding. Previews for two movies BEFORE they start rolling the fucking commercials BEFORE the previews BEFORE the movie.
A half hour of "go see this! buy that!" shut up.
It was redeemed with staggering and groaning, to say the least.
Hahahaha Bethlehem PA!
1. Moravian College or whatever: your security guys blow.
2. 8947339875948375493087 former employees of Bethlehem Steel (locations throughout the country) are suing Halliburton for asbestos exposure - they're all sickysick. They made me sad all summer.