July 25, 2006

Pearl Jamming and a damn good weekend

It was a good weekend. I managed to cram 4 days of festivities into two whirlwind tours of fun. I'll keep it short, but here's the gist:

Spent all day Saturday on either the beach or a boat at L's cabin. On the beach, I read trashy magazines, threw around a football, and drank beers. On the boat, I watched wakeboarders ride, drank raspberry vodka from the bottle, listened to SoundGarden and pretty much felt like a badass. The company was good, the music was good, and it was that classic summer day you never want to end.

By the time we got the boat off the water, I was pretty sure it couldn't get better (remember, I was three sheets to the wind, in a swimsuit, in the sun, and no one had yet shat themselves). But then it did.

A couple of my friends and I were unexpectedly offered free tickets to the Pearl Jam show that evening by a new (generous) acquaintance. The concert was at the Gorge in George, Washington. Not only is this my favorite venue (for a number of reasons but mostly the aesthetic appeal of the place -- it's just breathtaking), but I was already pretty close, my friends are die-hard PJ fans, and the prefunking was done.

I was in, with three friends.

Now, it was hotter than two rats copulating in a tube sock at the Gorge. We're talking 89 degrees after the sun set. But I was so blissed out the whole time just to be there that I didn't even notice. It was good. Like, really good. Teenage Wasteland was a particular high point, as was Elderly Woman Behind the Counter in a Small Town, of course. But you can download it here and see for yourself.

After the concert, we went back to the cabin where we crashed and then got up the following morning for an early drive home, during which I slept shamelessly the whole way, half draped over my helpless (but admirably patient) backseat companion (who doubled as a pillow).

Upon arriving home, I changed and went to the much-anticipated company picnic and -- surprise! -- had a great time. It was again a zillion and a half degrees, but at one point all the execs kids had a waterfight and somehow my CEO and I got involved, which was both fun and totally necessary to prevent me from actually melting right there in the park.

Immediately following the picnic, I got on a ferry and headed across the water to an island where a friend of mine recently moved and bought a boat. We killed three hours on the boat, and then went to a nearby restaraunt on a pier and ate our weight in seafood.

By the time I finally got on the ferry home, it was 11:30 and I was full, completely exhausted, and happy. You can't ask for much more than that.


Gina Grace said...

Hi and thanks for the comment :)

Glad you had an okay time at your company picnic. I went to mine last year which was at a Mariner game in the middle of July. Seeing my 3 bosses all in shorts and my "mentor" (who, at the time was someone I thought was the most fabulous, classy woman in the world) wearing a FANNY PACK was enough to kill the whole day for me.

As desperate times call for desperate measures, I left with a few friends to drink copious amounts to mid-day beer at Sluggers; so all in all, the day ended well.

Good luck with the heat!

Chuckles said...

Elderly Woman Behind the Counter in a Small Town

Oh lord. This song may have been good once, but any appeal it may have held for me was killed by having it beaten like a red-headed dead horse.

Trebuchet said...

Gina -- I could talk for days about Fanny Packs. My obsession with their inherrent grossness may have evolved to some sort of twisted fascination with them... I'm doing everything I can to hold back my inner hipster tendency to want to bring them back, all ironic-like.

Chuckles -- While I appreciate the visual AND the alliteration of a red-headed dead horse, I must disagree. Overplayed, yes. But that doesn't mean the song sucks. It just means the radio does.

Live makes all the difference in the world. Well, live and on some type of drug...


missy&chrissy said...

chuckles, i have to disagree as well. i still LOVE EWBtCinST...

it always makes me tear up - i'm such a sap. it must have been awesome hearing it live!

Chuckles said...

I miss the simple sensibilities of Spin the Black Circle and Tremorchrist.