ARCATA

We arrived to the Greenhouse--a most elegant and charming home in downtown Arcata—walked right through the front door, and were greeted.
“Welcome Home” a voice chimed, “Dinner's ready on the stove!”
Oh, my. Did you ever know such hospitality away from home?! We basically spent the next 12 hours swooning over every member of the household and the entire house collectively. Swoonstation, USA!

I had been looking forward to this show for a few days, not just because of the magnanimous Greenhouse, but also because of this rad Twilight-themed punk band from Phoenix, AZ called The Cullens. It features members from another genius, god-given musical project called Father's Day.



The Cullens SLAYED; perhaps tearing a hole in the fabric of the Arcatan show-goers' delicately maintained high. I don't know anything about the Twilight series, but I think that it may have been created for the sole purpose of bringing this band into being. Seriously. The Little Still Isn't Big Enough, a duo of charmers from Arcata, were warbly and sad and sweet and also wore some pretty awesome lace and knitwear.

We played some of our songs to an audience that included Onyx's Auntie Colleen and one of my childhood friends. The room was packed with uh-dorable wide-eyed cuties with their legs criss-cross applesauce. (The Greenhouse has a remarkably soft carpet floor).

The penultimate moment of the evening was a giant snuggle pile that descended into perfect slumber party form-- we had a battle of puns on the word 'gag'*, Ryan did some killer celebrity impressions, we all tentatively tried some of Gina's homemade hippie deoderant, there was a pillow fight, and SOMEONE was snoring boisteriously all night. ULTIMATE SLUMBER PARTY!

The next day we found a rad store, Shipwreck, in Eureka. We walked in and all instantly fell in love. SO many amazing handmade items, including a felted crown of leaves, beautiful oilcloth wallets, and the most elegant knitted and crocheted scarves. Oodelolly! Onyx got a yellow sweater to match the sunshine yellow sweaters me, Gina, and Jordan have been rocking for the last few days. Now we look like a family band, and our collective ensemble is embodying our hokey tendencies more than ever.

*
What is the jokiest capital of the world?
Gaghdad

Who is the grossest feminist commentator?
Camille Gaglia

Who are the dirtiest of all the traveling kids?
Gagamuffins and Gagabonds

all jokes dedicated to the Cullens, the best gag-makers of the southwest