I admit that I feel an odd form of consumer’s guilt whenever I go to Papa Gjorgio’s. To say that it is Ada’s best place to consume calories would be quite the local culinary understatement. It just seems almost culturally inappropriate for a town like this to have a place with a satisfying wine list and where cheese fries and a side of ranch dressing is an impossibility. Wednesday night I enjoyed a couple hours in the restaurant’s reassuringly intimate Martini Bar with several of my close “buds”. Though I have been m.i.a. for a few weeks, this became a weekly pilgrimage sometime during my final semester of college. This is our Wednesday night fellowship. In place of potluck casserole, Blake and I mutually masticated our margarita pizza, and casual conversation about “The Whitest Kids U Know” skit-lifting from MTV’s “The State” replaced weepy diatribes against the dangers of inter-religion dating. Sipping on a Will-prepared drink, I listened to Dave D. recount his Radio Shack Story of the Day. This consisted of a senile lady shopper leaving poo poo in places not designated a toilet bowl and left me wondering what kind of paycheck would balance out selling coaxial cable to potty untrained customers. Mental answer: medical school amounts. Will comes to the table to announce that he will indeed be opening the upcoming All These Teepees show as his dance music alter-ego DJ Tanner. And I end the night reminded of why I find it so hard to leave this home of twenty-four years.
Hot Chip – We’re Looking For a Lot of Love from Made in the Dark (2008, DFA/Astralwerks)