Well! These past two days have been kinda crazy. I am writing this post after jumping into our van, bank robbery style, because I was being chased by ferocious wild Oceanside wasps. We stopped at a little hole in the wall lobster place for breakfast, which was really lovely, until I pissed off a nest of angry wasps by looking at them weird. Wasps are very sensitive little buggers-who don't take kindly to glares from strangers- and-after trying to wave them gently out of the way, they got angered to a boiling point. They chased me, buzzing with contempt, all the way to van....The non exaggerated version of this is that I'm terrified of bees, so Rachelle and Daisy are enjoying seaside breakfast while I'm enjoying lobster in a van. Delicious lobster, by the way.
We spent the last two days having opposite sorts of adventures. On Sunday we played two shows in two different states, and got to hear a ton of great live music. Our first show was part of an outdoor music series put on by The Scurvy Dog- a grungy hole in the wall punk bar. We played in a parking lot set up with tents under blue skies with deliciously cold and flavorful beer from Connecticut. The Evil Streaks played before us and killed it- with matching suits that could be likened to The Blues Brothers and a sound that perfectly married The B-52's and The Talking Heads.. Only way spookier.
The second show was at an Irish music pub in Boston called O'Brien's. We keep playing at Irish pubs! I think we may have found our nietch.. The bar is known for supporting great local Boston music. The first band to play was Bird Watching. They had a sort of Weezer vibe to them except just when you started to feel like you figured out their groovy beats, they would throw in a new time signature. I love when bands can incorporate math rock elements to genres of music that don't often have them. The band that played after us was called Rice Crackers. You can definitely hear influences of PJ Harvey, and early No Doubt. The lead singer, Olivia, has one of the prettiest voices I have ever heard: Cincinnati people- think Ellie from the band Harlot.
The night ended with night caps of the dreaded and beloved Eastern favorite: Allen's Coffee Brandy. Honestly it wasn't that bad! When served with almond milk over ice, it tastes like an annoying version of a White Russian.
Yesterday was our day off. We booked a perfect camp spot right on the prettiest part of Horse Neck Beach. This was before we found out that a hurricane was predicted to wreck any and all tents set up in its way. We briefly thought about canceling our reservation- but there is a cancellation fee of 10 dollars and we were just too cheap and too stubborn to do that. So we packed up, drove through the wind and rain and decided to tough it out.
After the experience, I highly recommend camping in a tropical storm as long as you have a van or a heavy duty car to sleep in that won't blow away while you're dreaming. We explored the beach, got to feel the insanity of 90 mile per hour winds, and got to see some very violent waves. The whole experience was incredibly exhilarating. We changed out of soaked clothes into dry ones , shared some tasty hurricane beans (recipe below) and cozied up to read books, and harass Daisy as he tried to get 90 hours of sleep.
We are now off to Connecticut. I am crossing my fingers that they have less aggressive wasps.
1 large Tupperware
1 can of Sriracha Baked Beans
1 can of strained black beans
A bit of chopped red onion
2 cloves of roughly chopped garlic
2 chopped tomatoes
1 bag of precooked Spanish rice ( find cheap at target!)
Salt and Italian herbs to taste
Put everything in the Tupperware and shake. Then proceed to eat it while trying not to die in a hurricane.
Jamie- organizer of all things music at The Scurvy Dog, sporting a Scurvy Dog T
Inside the bar..creative light fixtures!
Hurricane sleepovers=the best kind of sleepovers