Well, it happened: I missed a daily entry in my attempt at a year-long streak of blog posting.
This situation was born of a long day / late night on Thursday, that resulted in a Friday morning in which I barely had time to groom my beard before dashing out the door to work (meaning morning writing was not an option). Friday’s workday ended with me zipping back to my apartment to grab a half-packed duffel, scooping my brother who had taken the train in from Fordham, and us roadtripping back upstate for a weekend at home (we did not get in until after midnight).
Let March 13, 2015 be known as the Day of No Written Word, and may it be merely an anomaly in this calendar year.
I am disappointed, but allowances / exceptions are to be made: as in recovery (and life at large), if you slip or falter, the correct course of action following is not to dwell and spiral, but rather reset and revive. Shit happens, and that’s OK — so long as you take it in stride and don’t let it bring the rest of your good works down. Hell, maybe I’ll even write two posts today to make up for it.
On the plus side, Flight Facilities truly took us on a lifted journey Thursday night. The stage was set with LED visuals, strobes, and soft ‘in-flight’ lighting for their set. The venue space? The posterior room of a Polish bar/delicatessen. The whole event was very “Brooklyn,” from the aloof hipsters to the nudisco vibes to the plate of pierogies I ate on setbreak. The DJs mixed house classics betwixt the live tropical dance instrumentals from their album so it was a special blend, and they brought several different singers onstage throughout the performance for authentic vocal renditions of their lyric songs. 10/10, would replicate the experience in a heartbeat.