Every time you take part in a wedding, you feel like your life is put on hold for 72 hours and you loose connection with the outside world. I came back this afternoon and it hit me like James Brown taking it to the bridge, "I've going to London tomorrow night! Crickey!" I had planned on posting a fun interview I did last week, but it will have to wait until I get back.
Reason one: to pack. Reason two: I fucked up knee dancing to "Staying Alive." Exactly. Feel free to laugh. It could have been worse, it could have been the Chicken Dance. The story ... I was wearing rented dress shoes that came with the rented tux. Before the reception, you have to take hundreds of photos. We took a bunch on the beach which made the bottom of shoes sandy and slippery. Bringing that into account, the first fast dance was "Staying Alive" and when I was doing my thing, my foot went one way, the ankle went the another way and my knee did a 180. I hear a "Pop!" and I'm on the floor screaming. This is all before the salads came out. While everyone is sarcastically complimenting me of my dance moves, I'm grunting through my teeth, "I ... need ... medical ... attention."
Suffice to say, I walked it off but still was in great discomfort. I did perform a major homage to the dance scene in the library in The Breakfast Club to "Rock Lobster" favoring my left leg over the other. To make a long story short, it's been a little sketchy walking since then, but I'm getting better thanks to the makers of the CVS heat pad, Advil, Lipton Green Tea, The Office: Season Two on DVD and my comfy couch. More importantly, my best friend is married and starting a wonderful chapter in his life.
Now that I've bored you, I'll be gone for a week to revisit London and discover Amsterdam. I'll probably check in after the The Good, The Bad and The Queen show at the Roundhouse, which I can't put into words how excited I am. It's as close as an exclusive as I can get on this blog. Will I get to talk to Damon Albarn again? Not sure, but the night should be impressive.
In the meantime, see lots of shows, pay your last respects to Tower Records before they go bye-bye, decorate your new Beck CD, keep your feet on the ground and keep reaching for cigars.
P.S.- That image is from the Tate Modern exhibit from Carsten Höller. Basically, it a series of slides that visitors can experience. Oh yeah, I'm so there.
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