Nobody in Weezer is named Jonas, but the first 120-decibel words they sang last night could have convinced anyone. I've been waiting to see this show since nineteen-ninety high school and that delay was evident in Rivers Cuomo's knees and receding hairlines all around the arena, which isn't to say that this show was anything less than awesome. By the time the big W went up on the backdrop they had rocked all the songs you know and a bunch of the ones you don't while we jumped around in the pit. No Surf Wax, though, and that means they're still on the list.
Pretty quiet day other than that. Slept in a bit, lounged a bit, and got haircuts. We had crepes for dinner at Philly cafe Beau Monde before the show because we're aging hipsters too and that's how we roll. There was also uplifting news via bb of a pretty major comeback in Ann Arbor - I had turned off the game in disgust when we left the valley - and a brief detour through the Camden business district to spice up the drive back to the val. Today we're watching weather and wondering if the previously-scheduled outing to the city is a good idea...
Sunday, September 28, 2008