Teeth

It was a good holiday weekend for The Fall Cafe All Stars (as Bernie has begun calling us). The weekend started Thursday night at the Fall as we all celebrated Bernie's photo show. I got all dressed up with my my best jeans and tails, Jess worked the counter with Isaac and cousin Joey tried to keep track of who everyone was. Then, Balthrop played at Pete's Candy Store Friday night and they brought just enough members along to make sure that one or two audience members could fit in to the cramped back room to watch.

Then Saturday night, we all wandered into the city to see Jess on the big screen. The All Stars have been waiting for this since she won her fancy prize at Sundance last year. Well, I guess those judges know what they're talking about because she's pretty much a star now and when you see Teeth, you'll understand why. It's the indy film with bite and (in my unbiased opinion) the thing that makes it work best is the way Jess transforms the lead character from virginal, teenage celibate to the proud and capable owner of a Vaginal Dentata. It's a strong performance in a dark and funny film. But, yes, there's a lot of sausage links wasted along the way.

Finally, Sunday night, after the Packers collapse and the crowd at Angry Wade's sad dispersal into the frigid night, we braved the cold and walked over to Hank's Saloon to see Sean Kershaw and the New Jack Ramblers with our buddy Bob Hoffnar playing the pedal guitar, making it cry like a woman who got her purse stolen--which in retrospect was kind of prophetic. Oh, well at least Bernie and Pascal got a fine tour of the neighborhood garbage cans and Lauren got her purse back, even if it was missing all the chap-stick. (Also, if you see a thief-looking guy on the subway with a surplus of metrocards and his lips are all strawberry-smelling and unchapped, please call the police.)