After my 4:00 class yesterday, Monkey and JoyBoy joined me at the 12th Street Block Party in the Slope, where Les Sans Culottes were playing. It's been a few years since I've seen these faux French rockers, and I was pleasantly surprised. The last time I saw them, I remember thinking, "OK...this is funny..." but by the fourth song, I didn't think it was funny anymore, and they didn't really have the musical chops to make it anything more than a skit. Since then they've gotten it together: the songs (bouncy pop/punk with some "ye ye" thrown in) and the playing were good enough to support a whole set.
After that we went to a bar-b-que at a bed-n-breakfast in Carroll Gardens. The highlight of the party for me was meeting one of the guest's Cockapoo, Noodles. Now there's a terrific breed: combining the devastating cuteness of a cocker spaniel with the positive personality traits of the poodle.
We were awakened in the middle of the night by a domestic disturbance up the street. I peered out from the relative safety of my bedroom window trying to read the confusing scene unfolding a few doors up. I'm still not sure exactly what happened, but no less than three cop cars responded to the episode.
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