A Genius Among Morons

A couple days ago Tony and I met up with my brother Ian and his friends Ryan and Joe the Gravedigger at Cafe Latte in St. Paul. It was nice to finally meet back up with Ian again as I haven't seen him in a while. We had a pretty good time that night; Cafe Latte is a nice place and the cheesecake was lovely. It was amusing to hear Joe put down pretty much everything and talk about how he'd go nowhere in Minneapolis and then talk about how he's looking for a job anywhere, he'd even work as a cashier. Yes, you ARE too good for Minneapolis. (I know that's not what he meant.) Tony enjoyed the meet-up. As we walked back to my car, Tony was still cracking up at some of Ian's jokes. "He's so animated." Tony said as he continued to laugh.

And just so you know Ian, Tony wants to jam with you sometime.

Last night Tony and I went to this little "party" in Uptown where Emily's bf Matt and his band were playing a little show in an apartment basement. The "act" that went before them used computer generated beats while another guy blew through this long tube...and this they called music. Later on Tony said, "That group that went before the band, they sucked! That is not music." Matt's band wasn't too bad, I did like the music, but all of the amps were turned up so high that you couldn't hear the singer. When they were done playing, we headed up to the drummers apartment and hung out there awhile. I curled up into the corner of the couch and just kind of observed what was going on, which was amusing. Tony had grabbed this little acoustic guitar out of a corner and was playing it. The singer of Matt's band, David, was drunk and stoned and he was sitting on the floor next to Tony and as Tony played, he started to sing along. Only, he didn't actually sing anything, he just went "Ahhhh, Ohhhh..." He was a bit out of it. At another time, Tony and I were hanging out on this landing in front of the door with a few other guys as they had some "deep" drunken discussions. They got onto the subject of dejavu (sp?) and this one guy was saying, "Now, dejavu is different for everyone, and for me...I have these dreams that tell me the future, and when it does finally happen, I have dejavu."
All in all, it was just pretty entertaining to be sitting in a room with all these goofy-faced pot heads looking around dumbly with a big dopey smile. Yeah...I'm glad I've never tried.

When Tony and I got back to his place, he said to me, "Didn't you feel like the most intelligent person there?"