Mondays - typically and universally the worst day of the week. I'm tired and my body still feels like it is in weekend mode. I drag myself out of bed after my 8th alarm goes off, getting dressed in about 5 minutes before glancing in the mirror to try and rectify the under-eye circles that seem to have crept in while I was sleeping. I swear the only reason I don't go to work on Mondays looking like a kindergarten art project is because I've had the good foresight to choose my outfit the night before (Sunday Night Katie is much more proactive than Monday Morning Katie). If it weren't for the Keurig in my kitchen that turns on at 8:00 am every morning to rescue me, I'm not sure I'd ever make it out the door.
But this Monday I didn't have the time for any of that. My alarm went off at 7:30 and once I remembered all the mountains of things I had to do today, written on lists in the Productivity section of my iPhone (thank you, Siri), I was up and running around like a wild animal. A very focused wild animal. I spent my hours at the office crossing off one to-do item after another, until it was 6:45 PM and it was all I could do not to go blind looking at my computer. Running across the street to the gym, I put in a grueling 40 minutes at resistance 15 on the elliptical while reading about Heidi Klum's lack of a workout routine in this month's issue of Allure, and then followed up with 20 minutes of calisthenics and ab work (stay tuned for my complete daily workout in the Santé section of the blog - coming soon!) By 8 PM I was out of the gym and off to Sephora to replenish some beauty supplies, and then to the pharmacy to pick up my prescriptions and beg the check-out guy to give me my "cash back" in quarters (two words: communal laundry.) Finally I got home, just in time for a quick-shower-change before scampering back outside and across the street to hang out with my friends. This is the beautiful thing about living in a city - you can accomplish a week's worth of errands in about an hour and a half if you really put your mind to it.
Needless to say, all the hustle and bustle of the day was made entirely worth it by the night that followed. A friend of mine and his brother are in an exceptionally cool band, Wildlife Control, and they came all the way from Brooklyn and San Francisco to play at T.T. The Bear's in Cambridge. They did not disappoint. A self-proclaimed indie rock band, Wildlife Control uses the latest in internet technology to create a listening and viewing experience with SoundCloud API and HTML5 that is completely unique to each viewer. If you are geeking out right now like I did and want to learn more, click here.
Oh, and did I mention their sound is totally awesome? Equal parts electronic and classical, their songs make for a cool and funky vibe that is hard not to dance to. The amazing thing about Wildlife Control is the fluidity with which they play a wide variety of instruments that you wouldn't think just a two-man band could handle. Lead singer Neil splits his time on stage between the guitar, piano, and vocals, while Sumul wails on the drums while laying down mean harmonies. All in all, this band is not one to miss, and if you ever have the good luck of seeing them in concert, be sure to request People Change - it's my favorite.