This is a test. This is only a test. (And I am a fan… I am ONLY a fan). Okay, maybe it is a little more than that, but I apologize ahead of time for the quality of this blog. This is just crzy nonsense. Nothing real serious… am blogging to the Bohemian wordpress from my phone. I am figuring out if I can start blogging on the go– your Waco Boho roving reporter. Can make links? Will I have to do without? There are some very nice well-written posts I need to make when I get the chance, but for now… Maybe recount a few things.
I wanted to just make a shout-out mention to some of our local bands and peeps here in Waco, keeping the nightlife real… Groovy. (Sorry about the ellipses and oh yeah, once again, the quality of writing on this post.) With Sea Monsters, Tony Agulare ( I couldn’t find him on Facebook so I’m not sure I spelled his name right or wrong), Johnny’s Body, and FoneDead. How do we have such talented bands in our area? Well, I think it is our college– McLennan Community College. They have an incredible music program of which talents such as Kat Dixon from Married With Sea Monsters have matriculated through.
Anywho, I had an epic night last Saturday rolling with Bohemian staff photographer, Lindsey Springer… blogger Dominik Young… and resident muse Noelle Argubright and we saw tons of friendly faces while we were out, so go Waco for partying it up? Lol! No, it was a night for a good show.
I know this is (as Bubba Waco might say) excruciatingly boring nonsense but it was just a good time night so… more ellipses ensue! I would say that this particular Saturday night was a lay-in-your-bed-at-the-end-of-it-with-headphones-on like the kid at the end of Dazed and Confused kind of night, you know what I mean, kind of episode. Ok… Yeah. This is definitely a middle-of-the-night post.
Let’s start at the beginning. A trip to Hemingways, a nice little bar here in Waco that I have visited many times. Actually, I was in full-on all business mode when I got there because I was speaking with a business owner in the Waco community about how he could integrate the arts into his business. Actually, it was the owner of Hem’s himself– Mr. Gerard. Wow, famous. He said he would allow a photography show by our own Lindsey Springer on the walls (yay!) and that he would allow poet/ artist Noelle to set up an easel and sketch customers on Wednesdays (yay!.. coming soon) and then he told us some of the things he does on the side like making costumes for the Waco Civic Theater and I was like— What! No way! (Read with excited, complimentary tone.) So, stay tuned in future blogs for the reporting on “The Side-Endeavors of Gerard.” I hear he has a play cooking.
Well then Bubba Waco came in the bar… with his fabulous lady, Gaye. And we were drinking wine. And a patron played me a country song with my name in it, “Amanda,” on his phone. And Nicky, the waitress, was dressed in red, white, and blue. (Non-cheesy, I determined because of the Levis label). And Lindsey stepped up to the plate (just because she was dying to meet THE Bubba Waco) and matched him tit for tat on his Bob Dylan knowledge. You can not say she did not. Because she did. Boom. And Non left to go home but mysteriously came back about 5 times (or once…), which is only a slight exaggeration and she was rocking a mug from Homestead Heritage. I hope those Mennonites don’t steal my real hippie away from me– I will cut a brother up! And Nicky was making hotdogs and pies. It was all pretty cool. It was happening. Then it was time to roll…
Well, I guess as my fellow bloggers do, I will continue my story later because it is beginning to get long-winded. Catch you on the other side, homefries. I will continue chronicalizing our escapades mañana . I think I am going to get killed for this post. Text speak, etc. Oh well.