I spent most of yesterday doing various house-related things. I got some more shelving for the cabinet under-staffed kitchen and put it together. I got a couple of rugs and a few other things at Target and before I knew it, it was a $300+ day. Ugh. That's the part of moving that I always forget: going out and getting all the little things you need to make the place feel right.
I still haven't done much unpacking. In fact, the only box I've opened is the one that contained the top of the coffee table. I now have the coffee table set up, so what more do I need, really?
Last night, I made my way over to Oakland and had dinner with Paul and Janelle. They made some crab cakes that were pretty awesome. There were also purple potatoes.
After dinner, we went over to the Ivy Room to see Sugar Pie DeSanto play. Holy shit. First off, her band really gets major props because they were incredible. It was just some good ass straight up blues with a lot of soul. They played a few songs on their own and then brought out Sugar Pie.
This woman is a character. She's almost 70 years old and is about 4 foot 10 and spicy as hell. She was rather lewd, and pretty hilarious. At one point, she brought a 25-or-so-year-old up on stage and grinded on him until she'd used him to her satisfaction. She then dismissed him from the stage and said, "I told you not to mess with me!"
She performed one of my top five favorite soul songs - "In the Basement" - which she'd recorded with Etta James back in the day. I had intended to bring my spare copy of that 45 to the show and have her sign it, and then have Etta sign it next time she came through town, but I forgot. Ah well. It was great to hear her doing the old songs, as well as new ones that she's still cranking out. Apparently she lives in the Bay Area so I'm sure I'll get to see her again.
The evening was capped off with a glorious crawl back across the Bay Bridge. Damn. It was midnight and it still took me like 30 minutes to get through the toll. Every time I try to cross that bridge lately, it's a horrifying delay. I'm so glad I don't have to commute across it.