Wanderlust – a weekend of hippies doing yoga and listening to some pretty decent music. Marc, me and the Chowanecs are neither hippies, nor very into yoga, however, we found our place among the few music nerds who came to hang out mid-mountain at Squaw, drink beer and listen.
On Friday we all got babysitters and went out for dinner and then a late night (10pm is apparently late night for old-married-with-childrens like me) set by:
Woke up, went to breakfast and to play at the lake
then hustled back to Squaw for:
Then we went to Moody’s for dinner (Marc’s parents still had H so, we were off the hook, but, we couldn’t find anyone to watch Owen & Dylan, so they came along and did great – as always). We had an excellent meal – me, Marc, The Chow Clan and Tari. Trying to get in eating-shape for the few weeks we will spend in SF in late August.
The next morning we cooked breakfast at the Chow’s condo in Squaw and headed out with smuggled beer and snacks galore for the littles – again, H was with the grandparents so Marc and I were free to dance and spin unencumbered. We saw:
Not much more to say about any bands really, although Jenny Lewis was very good. But, it was a great day to be outside cooking in the mountain sun. And while John & Kara embody what I set out to do with our kid – bring him everywhere – make him adapt to our life – take him to shows – teach him to sleep anywhere…
Listening: Conor Oberst And The Mystic Valley Band