I still haven’t written about Mighty Summit because I’m tired, and still processing the happiness of the whole weekend, and in the interim, I went to Vegas for the weekend. Because apparently being in two major cities in one week isn’t enough, I needed to make it three. Sigh.
So a couple weeks ago my girlfriend Carina told me she had extra tickets to The Pixies in Las Vegas. The Pixies are one of my favorite bands, ever. I mean, any band that has a song called ‘Allison’ in their repertoire is on my books for life, so having free tickets to the show seemed like a given. Although. I’m tired, I’ve been traveling a lot, and my house is a mess.
While I was sitting at the airport waiting for my flight home from San Francisco, Viktor called to see where I stood on the issue. I told him I thought it was too much work, I didn’t know where we’d find childcare, and did I mention I was tired? I turned to my friend Heather and asked her if it was worth making a trip to Vegas happen to see The Pixies. She sort of lifted one eyebrow, as she does, and said unequivocally yes, yes it was worth it.
And so we did.
The show was really good. In fact, their live rendition of ‘Here Comes Your Man‘ made me positively bouncy.
The night ended on a surreal note with Stephen King walking right past us, unrecognized by everyone but me and Viktor, as we simultaneously looked at one another and said “Is that….um…..do you think it could be, no it couldn’t be, he wouldn’t be at The Hard Rock would he, is that really him?”
And it so totally was.
On an unrelated note, this is what I wore to the show. Cheap fall tunic, denim Levi leggings, brown suede thrift store boots, and a necklace from Mighty Summit. It was a much better choice than the very wasted 30-something guy next to us who was in a multicolored long sleeve confection that sparkled in the concert lights.
But he was so amusing to watch.