Yesterday was rotten. Aside from being miserably hot, Tifkatda decided to make an appearance, and I got home to find out that I'd gotten the worst possible TA assignment in our department. Seriously. This is the assignment that gets dumped on unsuspecting first-years who think it's normal to do obscene amounts of grading for an unreasonable, bad teacher.
But the awfulness of it all was somewhat mitigated by the fact that I finally managed to get Sleater-Kinney tickets on craigslist. So after dinner with a friend and meeting my new research assistant (Things were kindof looking up in the evening.), we get to the 9:30 Club, only to be directed to enter through the basement because the front entrance is blocked off by police. I'm thinking, this is strange, but okay, whatever. But just when we get in line, a security guy comes charging through and says, "The show's been cancelled."
Now. I have been to a lot of live shows over the years, and I've seen some pretty strange things in the course of it all. That said, I have never seen the fire department force 1,000 hipsters to evacuate. Seems there was a problem with the electrical system on 11th Street last night, and that electrical problem had caused a fire underneath 9:30, so everyone had to get out. Fast.
Those of us who never made it inside stood around for awhile to see what they'd been told inside, but nobody knew anything. Was it ever funny, though. People were mad, but not in the way fans of, oh, I don't know, Kenny Chesney would be mad. There were no punches thrown, and nobody yelled at the staff. Even though they said, "we'll reschedule," nobody could say anything definite about how one reschedules a band that's breaking up in two weeks. After a whole lot of non-information, the cool kids just stared at the sky, made comments about the utter uselessness of it all, and headed over to DC9.
Today is better than yesterday. The show has been rescheduled for tomorrow. There's a possibility I can switch TA assignments with someone else. I did really well in the TA-office-hours-lottery (Don't ask. Our new building means we have to schedule office hours via a lottery system becuase there are only 6 desks. Ugh.). We're getting good reservations for DC Restaurant Week. It'll be okay.