Ideat Village

I spent the bulk of today at the final day of Ideat Village. However, before that, I picked up a couple of awesome shirts. Why can't i just trade in all my old clothes and get new ones at a severe discount? Picked up bike from the bike shop where it got a tube transplant. I rode around town a bit. At ideat village I hung out with Trixalot, Betroy, Jacroy, Adsub, etc. Lots of bottles in paper bags but I didn't drink anything until Trixalot came home from work. Pure comedy. I rode home to meet her when she got in from work so we could ride downtown together. But OOPS! She left early and was on her way there when I was leaving. No problemo, boblemo.
Played scrabble twice and got lucky! We also discovered an awesome middle eastern restaurant -- king falafel. T got some chicken shawerma and it was unstoppably delicious. It evoked some taste memory which I could not place. It came with a "homemade" garlic sauce which also tore the roof off the sucka. It looked a lot like aioli but I hold out hope that it was yogurt based. I dont know why I have a grudge against mayonnaise. BOY HOWDY was it dee-lish. Dee-lish. I got a deluxe falafel sandwich which was like a garden variety falafel but it had fried eggplant and cauliflower jammed in there too, along with some option pickles. It was a monster that required teamwork to defeat. There was a beautiful picture menu -- it looked like they had taken photos of their own food, which makes it seem truly like WYSIWYG.
After watching the American Ideat finals (a mix of pleasant and painful) we bopped on over to "bank street" which is not named "bank street" but houses the corporate buildings of our banks, and more importantly houses ATMs. Outside we could hear some delicious funk from the arts&ideas festival. We pedaled over there and caught some of the action in front of the stage. The band was called "bomb squad" and I wish we caught more of their set. High-energy, a tenor and baritone sax plus the usual rhythm section. The guitarist looked like a blend of various people I knew in highschool and struck me as possibly that young. The bassist also struck me as a single person I knew in highschool but he was named merlyn and I sorta doubted that he was actually a member of BombSquad.
Back to ideat village for the highly ritualized and percussion-oriented pie fight. It took place in the center/bottom of a spiral ramp adorning the local parking garage. Very Akira.
It's hot as a bastard in here.