Plants, Animals, and Sicilian Drug Dealers

Wednesday evening I just happened to stumble upon an excepted event. The Chapel Hill based band Lost in the Trees was on tour with Plants and Animals and the both of them just happened to be playing that night at One Eyed Jack's. I didn't have any specific plans so I decided to go. Both bands had rather different sounds; Lost in the Trees being more singer/songwritery accompanied with a team of many stringed instruments, tuba, accordion, and xylophone, while Plants and Animals was more traditionally rocky with some obvious Jam elements. Someone in that band was probably a big fan of Phish. They were all really nice people and I talked to some of the guys in Lost in the Trees about hailing from NC for awhile. Most of the people in the audience seemed to have come with their significant others and were being lost in their own coupley worlds but I managed to make some friends/get digits with a couple of girls and their soft spoken male companion. So now that Amanda is working the night shift (11pm-7am) I have a few more friends to show me about the night life. I think they were from Uptown, so maybe I'll get to find out what secrets that part of town holds now.


Lost in the Trees (Chapel Hill, NC) = nice fellows


They even came down and played acoustically in the crowd for awhile.


Plants and Animals (Canadian). A little jammy but fun to dance to.


So Thursday was a little stranger. My friend Taylor was having his old college buddy and her boyfriend come visit for awhile and he was getting a bunch of people together to go to the Country Club upon their arrival. The Country Club, mainly a gay establishment, is some kind of private club with bar and clothing optional pool. I didn't show up till about 9:30 so most of the rounded, naked bodies were cloaked in night. Taylor's friends were drunk, jovial, and had many good things to say when I told them I was from Asheville. Shortly after I arrived a very drunk, very fat, very naked Sicilian/French man decided to make friends with all of us. According to him he is related to Marie Antoinette, making him French royalty, and his family is also heavily involved with the mafia. Mostly he was just a rich boy artist, who made some extra cash on the side by selling drugs. He asked everyone if they were interested in making a purchase from his large stock of Valium but there were few takers. The get together ended shortly afterward (so much for my $8 entrance fee) and I decided to go home and have a surrealist movie marathon with Amanda and our housemate Andy.


P.S. Last week the locally loved sketchy convenient store, Vertimart, burned down. Money is currently being raised through shows and other benefits to push it towards a speedy recovery.
Below is a picture of the Vertimart memorial wall, which is located on one of the pieces of plywood covering up its no longer existent windows.


May we have a moment of silence for Vertimart...