So, I went out and did the stuff I needed to do today, and I’m a happier man for it.  I’m also a fairly tired man for it.  And now, the weekend recap:

Saturday: Inland Invasion (a.k.a. Adventures in the 909)
The show was great.  Three words: Sixth-row seats.  Don’t you wish you were me now?  We were so close to the stage that if I could actually spit distances, I could’ve spit on the performers.  However, I did have stellar earplugs, so I actually walked out of there with my hearing intact despite many many hours worshipping at the Porcelain God of Rock.  And now, the recap:
Kasabian:  Love them.  Love.  Them. Was very surprised that their set was more rock/guitar-oriented than their album is, and was very disappointed that they were on so early and that the crowd was not as into them as they could’ve been.
Fishbone:  They still got it.  After Lord knows how many years, they still got it.
Bloc Party:  Heard a few songs, not enough to really make a huge judgment, but from what I heard, I like ‘em.
The Bravery:  Umm.  Yeah.  No thanks.
The Arcade Fire:  I had really high expectations for these guys after a bunch of my friends said how awesome they were live.  The only problem was that they had sound issues—it was basically Wall o’ Sound.  But they seemed really into their music, despite how much they looked like a Mormon cult. 
Live:  They still got it too.  And Ed Kowalcyk kind of looks like Colin Farrell.
Garbage:  Yowza!  Among the best sets of the day.  To say “they still got it” is an understatement.  They rocked somethin’ fierce.  And it seemed that they were celebrating their 10th anniversary of hitting it big that day or something, which sadly makes me feel kind of old.
Jet:  I am still unimpressed with Jet.  If you took Bachman-Turner Overdrive or AC/DC out of 1977 and dropped them into 2005, they’d be Jet.
311:  Good energy, and it was completely kickass when they did a four-person drumline on stage.  Sweeeeet.
Beck:  I’m extremely happy that Guero- and Midnight Vultures-type rock-out Beck showed up, not morose Sea Change-type Beck.  Plus, it was so awesome when his band brought out a dinner table and started eating in the middle of his set, then after Beck did a couple of songs acoustically, they started drumming along using the silverware, plates, glasses and the table.
Weezer:  Possibly the best set of the day.  I was surprised to see that Rivers was in rare form, he was out of his usual shell.  My friend and I postulated that if a movie were to be made about Weezer, Chris Kattan would play Rivers Cuomo and John C. McGinley would play Scott Shriner.
Oasis:  Oh my fucking God.  Fucking drama queens.  And bad performers.  They had zero energy.  And Noel Gallagher seems to have some kind of oral fixation because he spent half of each song standing on stage with his hands in the pockets of his trenchcoat with his tambourine in his mouth.  They showed up 20 minutes late and ran long, which screwed Cake, and they were just so… bad.  As my friend said, “I’d give a shit if they gave a shit.”
Cake:  Despite the entire amphitheatre emptying out post-Oasis, apparent sound-system and lighting problems and a short set because of Oasis, Cake still put on a good show.  They did my favorite song of theirs, “Comfort Eagle,” which made me happy.

Sunday: A Taste of Newport (a.k.a. Adventures in the 949)
After rehearsal for my singing group, I drove down to Newport Beach to meet up with some old family friends.  We went to A Taste of Newport, which is basically a gathering of a bunch of restaurants in Newport Beach where you can get small portions of their best dishes.  The interesting part was the scenery—I live in Los Angeles, and I still have never seen such a concentrated gathering of plasticity.  We were all commenting on the number of women with boob jobs.  It was insane. 

And now, 250 miles later, I sleep.  Because I’m exhausted.  And because for the first time in about five months, it’s below 70 degrees in my apartment.