what claire ate

What Claire Ate: April 9th, 2015

April 9th was a good day. For starters, it was Belle & Sebastian Day, which is basically like Christmas at the Lower house, only with more Scottish people.

Angie didn't GAF but the humans were excited.

Angie didn’t GAF but the humans were excited.

The first thing I ate was a bagel sandwich.

With cream cheese and vegetables on it

With cream cheese and vegetables on it

Shortly after I had consumed my brunch, we headed downtown suuuuuper early to scope out the line (or lack there of) and grab some drinks beforehand.

No one was waiting yet but this poster was hanging out.

No one was waiting yet but this poster was hanging out.

We went to Bailey’s to grab a beer.

Tart.

Tart.

It was pretty good, but made me congested almost immediately, forcing me to finally admit to myself that I’m probably allergic to beer. This was a pretty tragic realization, so I soothed my soul with a margarita (which did not make me congested).

tamarind

tamarind

Sean had a beer though, because they don’t affect his ability to breathe.

jerk.

jerk.

We also had some flautas.

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Then a very nice woman asked me if I was me and told me she liked my writing. This was the first time I’d ever been “recognized” and it was a delightful experience and I hope she enjoyed talking to me as much as I enjoyed talking to her.

After we finished our drinks and flautas, we checked the line again to see if anyone had started lining up. They had not, so we went to find another drink.

A little Van Winkle bourbon.

A little Van Winkle bourbon.

After that, we went back to the Roseland and took our place in the very short line. It’s a good thing we got there when we did though, because it didn’t stay short for long. We weren’t first in, but we got a really great spot anyway and I ended up dancing on stage during “Boy with the Arab Strap” and “Legal Man.”

That's me on the right.

That’s me on the right.

My friend assured me that I didn’t look completely ridiculous, only elated in a slightly creepy way.

After the show, we engaged in some light stalking, hanging out behind the venue until Stuart Murdoch came out to sign things.

The face of no chill.

The face of no chill.

I barely kept it together, but he was very nice and talked to us for quite a well.

After all of that excitement, there was nothing left to do but have another drink. I don’t remember where we went, but they made an excellent martini.

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And that was the end of a very nice day.

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