Weekly Rochester Events #237: It's a Raincoat, Mac
Thursday, July 24, 2003I always suspect that people don't read very far, especially when I write boring stuff, so I like to mention early when we're going somewhere else for lunch on Saturday. Well, it's the last Saturday of the month again and we'll be going somewhere else for lunch. This week we'll be at Corky's Craving Parlor (1136 Monroe Ave.) I mentioned that I stopped by a couple weeks ago and had a roast beef sandwich with horseradish-cheddar cheese which worked really well. They've also got like 80 flavors of ice cream.
Anyhow, I was talking with some people over the weekend who were noting all the bad things that happened in the past week. Stuff like that guy who drove through the farmers market in California and other mean stuff. However, I pointed out a number of nice things that people have done too which acts as a foil to the evil of the world. You know, stuff like saving trapped water from a well or giving bone marrow to a dying puppy. Mostly, though, life's just a bunch of littler ups-and-downs.
I decided I don't want to be among the people who just shake their heads and say things like "that's a shame" or nod and say, "isn't that nice." I figured I'd do stuff like cut fewer people off in traffic and hold more doors open. It won't let any more puppies live, but I guess it's something. I took a crack at it last week, deciding that I'd stop whenever I could to help someone stranded on the side of the road. So far it was just once on Saturday, and the guy's car still wouldn't run because it had been trashed by bad mechanics (as best I could tell) but at least I helped a little.
Oh, and on a related note, I'm trying to unload all of those "buy-N-get-one-free" cards so when I was at Spot Coffee (East Ave. and Mathews St.) I gave my then-full card (I just bought the N-th drink) to the guy behind me. I really don't get down there much for coffee or anything and I didn't need two coffees so I just gave the card away. He was really quite surprised by it. I just gave it to him and walked away—I didn't want him to think I was hitting on him (whatever his sexual preference) because he was just the lucky next person in line.
I was thinking the other day that between this and the garage sale last week, I think I'm acting like someone at risk for teenage suicide. Well, except that I'm giving away stuff that's not my favorite possessions. And I'm like twice the age of a teenager. And I'm still alive. Stuff like that.
I am a little bummed out, though, because despite doing a great many things last week, none of it is particularly interesting. I'm trying to figure out a way to put some Garrison Keillor spin into it ... alas, I'm just not that clever. Probably the most exciting thing is that I took a picture of Mars and the Moon last Thursday morning when they were really close together but I won't put it up until Mars is really really close to Earth in August. Other than that, it was the usual barrage of bands and drinking with the staff of Montage Grille (50 Chestnut St.) and that Antigone Rising overextended themselves trying to make an album and be on tour so they skipped the tour (which would have included the East End Fest last weekend) and that I got to see Buckwheat Zydeco again, and I got to see Kevin Meaney over at Comix Café (3450 Winton Pl.) and he did okay—I hung out with the local comics while they chatted with him offstage but I didn't meet him so I've got no cool story about it. He seems to be a nice enough guy, though.
This coming week should be amusing since today is the first day of the new no-smoking-in-bars law. As I keep telling people, as a non-smoker I'm not particularly glad about the whole thing—I'm more annoyed by all the whining from the smokers and bar owners. Obviously, Johnny's Irish Pub (1382 Culver Rd., still smoke-free) is still smoke-free and doing better than ever, but only John at Water Street Music Hall (204 N. Water St.) had the foresight to advertise that they'll be smoke-free right on the website and in their ads. Meanwhile, The Brickyard Pub (240 South Ave. Ext.) is taking a different tack and are advertising that you can smoke on their outdoor patio. Christani's (730 Elmgrove Rd., formerly the Panorama) is just flat out opposing the ban ... no big loss there.
I guess I decided that if I go to a place that seems "non-smoker hostiile" with signs declaring their opposition to the smoking law, I'll just go somewhere else. Vote with your dollars, kids.
Oh, and one last thing (and finally something interesting.) I just got back from stopping by at that introductory improv class at Terry Fyke Studio of Dance (30 Main St., Scottsville, NY.) Well, first of all, it was quite the ordeal getting there since I can orienteer about as well as a blind dog on acid unless I have my GPS, laptop, and map software. I ended up taking 390, going North on 15 for a quarter mile, doubling back, going East on 251 for ten minutes (and almost ended up where I work) before I realized I should have gone west. I turned around and took a right on East River Road for a few miles, realizing I needed to go to River Road to get to Scottsville, and finally arriving after 45 minutes of driving. I turned a simple 10 minute, 12 mile trip into a stammering 27 mile ordeal.
Plus I managed to kill another bird with my car ... this one came straight down in front of me while I was going 60 and missed the bumper by a foot only to land right in the path of the tires. Yeah. Eww. This makes four birds and two squirrels I've killed with that car. (Yes, by accident.)
So I get there around 6:45 and go to join the other students.
Now, I like to think of myself as not easily embarrassed. In reality it's just that I avoid situations where I can be embarrassed. This time, though, I walked right into it.
There were about 10 people there to take the class—all female, and all between the ages of 8 and 14.
An image formed in my mind:
So Elyssa, how was the class?
I'm thinking of suburban moms ganging up to find out who the weirdo was touching their daughters at the dance stuido. Nope. Not today. Don't need it. Thanks a bunch. Adios. Game, set, and match. "Buh"—and—"Bye."
I apologized to John Barthelmes and said I really couldn't stay because the crowd was so young. He said there were supposed to be more adults and pointed out Frank Storace and Scott Hildreth (from Nuts and Bolts Improv Troupe) as examples—except that they were teaching the class. It's okay for teachers to be way older, but students? Not if I'm the only one.
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