Hoo, how is it April already? How has 34 crept up on me? I still feel 10 most days!
I'm 34 exactly today, and it feels good! Last night Ban and I went to see Future Islands in concert and they blew the roof off. That Sam Herring is a ball of charismatic, incredi-dance-moves sexy energy. As he bounced maniacally on the stage the entire crowd was bobbing in harmony- it looked so incredible, this sea of bouncing heads. That band earns every dime they get paid- they work hard, man.
The opening band was from Baltimore, a two-person drum-machiney, keyboard-heavy outfit of R Kelly-esque (but better) 90's-feeling vocodery r&b booty jams called Chiffon. If you're trying to get your hands under your girlfriend's cheerleader uniform in your parents' basement in 1994, then go check out their Soundcloud. Chiffon will make it happen.
The show was a nice birthday treat (I'm trying to watch my damn figure, so no cake this year...even though I would run over a grandma to get a piece of carrot cake at this instant) and a good way to say goodbye to Paris. On Monday I'm back to the States, for 3 months this time. It's going to be hard leaving the boys (and pretty much my entire life) at home, but needs must so we have to just carry on and work through our super off-kilter schedules this year as best we can. Mi vida loca, right?
So, as I head off for more America adventuring, posts might be a little thin on the ground. I'm not taking a laptop or any sort of computer, and intend to mainly be traveling and taking photos and absorbing life in America. I have a good three months, so if anyone is up for a visit from a road-tripping nomad, or knows any must-see places, do let me know!
For now though, I'm-a go put a gold cross chain around my turtleneck and listen to some Chiffon.
I'll rock that body like....ughhhhhhhhh...feeeeels so niiiiiice!