Here comes the sun

As we dangerously approach the end of the weekend (with an end-of-summer whiff as well), I want to sit down and let you know about these little things that lit my end of August. If you are an habitué(e) of the blog (which I encourage you to become!), you will remember that I had received a bomb full of bad vibs, courtesy of a psycho, as recently as Thursday. I think I forgot to mention it at the time but among other treats in my first ever hate mail was a threat to...scalp me! (What Tarantino does to sick minds!). So by Friday morning I wasn't exactly floating in peace-and-love space.

Daniel put me right back in there.

Oh? Who's that Daniel? Wasn't there a lumberjack in the picture?

Eh! Wait a minute! I am French but not everything has to be sexual, does it?

Daniel is the person who helped restore my faith in humanity. The massage he gave me on Friday was more than a long-needed pain relief. It was a treat (and a real one, this time!). It was an exchange. It was full of good energy. Finally, there I was in Washington with a person who's so easy to talk to, to open myself to and to trust. Have you ever felt this before? I am just happy someone put him on my path.

The bubble I walked out in prepared me to enjoy the mascots and kitty-dressed chicks of the fantasy world of the Flaming Lips, whose concert I headed to that same day. Escorted by two friends, I discovered the joys of an American show, where the concept of selling food and drinks is much developed than our "merguez in a baguette outside Bercy" (I guess merguez in baguette can appeal to some though. It's just that there's nothing else!). With my tea-infused vodka and lemonade drink (which I am told is called a John Daley) in one hand, hot dog in another and blackberry never far to have Lumberjack share the moment, I had a great time with my two busy bees (DC socialites!).
While we all loved the opening band Explosions in the Sky, Jessica couldn't get over the giant catfish mascot (who in my mind looked quite friendly) and dragged us out of the Flaming Lips actual concert before the encores, which was fine by me as I got to listen to Do you realize in the car and introduced them to Fatals Picards on our way back.

And then, it had to be all French for a day. And you know what? It felt really really good to be with Liviane and her two friends, touring DC, buying eucalyptus in Eastern Market that I carried all day long and a very rock n' roll bracelet, talking on and on from the metro to dim sum to Georgetown University, ending the day in a cafe with an excellent vib and live music.

Does all this prepare me for a new week? I believe so, but that's also because Lumberjack arrives Thursday.

And to show my positive spirits, I'll leave the last word to the Flaming Lips and "creepy" catfish:

You realize that life goes fast
It's hard to make the good things last
You realize the sun doesn't go down
It's just an illusion caused by the world spinning round