Summer school started today–sigh–and I’m teaching a night class, so I worked from home until the late afternoon when I hopped on my bike and headed to campus. I wasn’t really in the mood to teach, but the students were charming and the chemistry was right, which bodes well for the next 5 weeks. After a quick stop at home to eat some food and watch some baseball I got back on the bike and pedaled through the cold (I wore a sweater! In May!) to Siberia  on St. Claude to see the band Lovers along with friends old and new. The bar was relatively empty, giving me Reality Bites flashbacks. And then there was the opening act, I Love You, a one-man show that involved a lot of screaming into the mic and hair-tossing to synth-beats. C. and I put our college degrees to good use, analyzing his sonic poetry, marveling at his multimedia, multidimensional performance, throwing down the dance. A surprising good time, and then there was the main attraction, and they were actually really, really good. And then I got to ride my bike home on absolutely empty streets–that was a much better day than expected.