Average Jane™: Let's See What Average Jane Has Been Up To

We won't even talk about Tuesday morning through Friday afternoon. Work, work, work, work, work. However, I decided to attend First Friday after work and it's been pretty much non-stop fun since then.

As soon as I stepped out of my building on Friday, I was approached by a guy who identified himself as a poet who did spoken word performances. Would I like to hear a poem? Well, sure! He did a somewhat dramatic recitation of a poem about U.S. consumer culture. I thanked him, shook his hand and moved on. Later on I ran into him again and, having realized I should have tipped him earlier, gave him a couple of bucks after he recited a poem about the healthcare bill to one of my colleagues.

I met up with a friend and we took in the whole experience, criss-crossing the Crossroads, visiting galleries, listening to music, eating from food trucks, dodging zombies, etc. Here's some of what we saw.

A gigantic salad.

Delicious street tacos from Port Fonda. I also bought a cupcake from Ms. Nene, but I ate it before it occurred to me to take a picture. You have my word that it was both beautiful and delectable.

While we ate our tacos, a zombie flash mob shuffled by. The guy on the left had the best costume by far. You can see him near the end of this video I took a little later in the evening.

It was too dark to get a really clear shot, but this guy was juggling and balancing on a ball. I saw him as I was heading back to my car to go home.

The next day started out pretty low-key, but I did manage to introduce my husband to the Philly cheesesteaks at Grinders. He was very impressed by their stage and performance venue out back and couldn't believe he hadn't known about it before. I told him it was because they somehow manage to only book bands that neither of us could care less about. A perusal of the flyers on the window confirmed that theory.

In the evening, I went to Knuckleheads to see Dread Zeppelin. I'd always wanted to see them and the tickets were pretty reasonable, so it worked out well. It was a warm evening, but there was a decent breeze and ample access to cold beer and soft drinks.

I have to hand it to Dread Zeppelin for committing to a schtick and running with it. When it comes to Elvis-impersonator-fronted, reggae, Led Zeppelin cover bands, well, they're it. The show was great, though.

I woke up this morning with the bar stamp still emblazoned on my hand and also transferred onto my opposite elbow. Good times.

I've been mostly taking it easy today, but I did stop by my garden plot to water the plants. They're looking pretty good.

I finally figured out a non-splashy way to transport water from my house to the garden: a huge cat litter bucket with a tight-fitting lid. Next time I need to bring a cup or pitcher to transfer the water from the bucket to the plants until it gets empty enough to pour. I did the two-hand method today, but it wasn't that efficient.