I've always heard this, but now I know it's true: Living with a newborn baby can be very boring. I must have watched 12 hours of television on Monday. But I got to witness several diaper changings and the Detachment of the Umbilical Cord Stump. And I had a lot of time to hold her and jiggle her and push her in a stroller, and there was a blissful hour of her sleeping on my chest, a warm little breathing loaf of a child. And sometimes when I would hold her, she'd get all squirmy for a minute and then she'd emit a tremendous, satisfying fart, and she'd quiet right down again. (Just like her daddy.) It was all pretty great. S and S are hanging in there, a little cranky and sleep deprived but generally happy and goo-goo-eyed in love with their new child.
I had left for Brooklyn on Sunday during the intermission of the Fab Faux (Beatles Tribute) show at the Academy. The first part was great, but it was an hour and 45 minutes long. I had counted on it only being 2 hours or so but no dice. I was sitting up in the balcony, which was about 15 degrees hotter and much stuffier than downstairs. Still, it was a good time: In the first half, Lo Fine and Philip with SFTD stole the show. Props to Ken for doing the concertina bridge thingy in "In My Life" perfectly. Props also to all the bands who ended sets with the trademark simultaneous bow. I wasn't thrilled with the choice of MC, the same annoying guy who emceed the Clash tribute last year (we get it: you're loud and British), but whatever.