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post-covid return to Tubby's
Thursday, August 8 2024
This afternoon I watched part of Trump's emergency press conference from Mar-A-Lago, the one where he desperately tried to claw back some media attention from Kamala Harris and Tim Walz by claiming, among other things, that his speech on the morning of the January 6th 2021 insurrection had more attendees than Martin Luther King's "I Have a Dream" speech. I'm not shitting you, skeptical people from the future!
Early this evening, Gretchen met up with her recently-estranged friend Carrie at her place west of Accord for a doggy playdate so that Carrie's new young dog could play with Charlotte (who is also new and young). The date went great despite occasional rain.
Meanwhile, the rain and unusually cool conditions (temperatures never rose out of the 60s) had me in the mood for taking a bath. Not long after I got out of the tub, Gretchen came home from the doggy playdate and we went out to see a band at Tubby's in Midtown Kingston, something we hadn't done since seeing Morgan Anarchy play there before the covid pandemic. The band in question involved Drew, one of Gretchen's co-workers at the bookstore, his wife (who fronts the band), and a couple other guys on bass and drums. They're Millennials, but the music they played was alternative rock. We arrived before any of the bands were playing and briefly said hello to Drew and Jackie, one of the owners of the bookstore where Drew and Gretchen work. Then we tried to figure out how to order food. The food at Tubby's is provided by a separate company and can only be interacted with via a website, but we couldn't really figure out what exactly was in the one vegan option that looked possibly suitable. But then it turned out that it contained sweet potato (which I dislike) and cucumber (which Gretchen absolutely hates), so we bagged that idea and went to Ollie's, the pizza shop just across the street. It's an expansion of the big pizzeria down in High Falls, but it's more New-York-style, offering pizza-by-the-slice. They actually have two vegan options, and we ended up going with a simple one that resembled what you get in a New York pizza shop when you simply order a "slice." [REDACTED] Gretchen also got a salad, which was huge.
Back at Tubby's, the opening band (a white guy with an ear-splittingly-loud electric guitar that he played slowly) was already on stage, so Gretchen and I got beers (I had the Frost Plush Double IPA and Gretchen had a sour beer that tasted like distilled vinegar) and sat at the bar. We were soon joined by Gretchen's boss Jackie and a plate of tater tots, which we managed to order from the robot overlords using my phone. Our conversation, when it could be made out over the racketm was mostly about storage solutions for prepared food such as rice, with Jackie telling us that she freezes almost everything. She also said that soon her last child will be heading off to college. I told her she might now qualify to wear the teeshirt Gretchen was wearing, which read "THIS CHILDLESS CAT LADY IS VOTING KAMALA."
When the band we'd come to see started playing, we went back to watch. The woman fronting the band had a quality to her voice that I didn't much like, though I thought she and her husband had unusually good guitar skills, at least by the standards of Millennial alternative rock bands. I particularly liked one song that seemed to have elements of Bossa Nova. Interestingly, nearly all the songs were in 3/4 time, causing me to have to turn to Gretchen (as I always do when such a song is played) to whisper, "It's a waltz!"
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