Best Night Ever.
Set-Up. Get to the rock show early. Still starving and need some preliminary libations to fuel the evening ahead. I get this random "fuck all" itch to just take a left down the first street I see, in the hopes of surveying my dining options. As I take the corner, I literally bump square into someone. And before I can spit out the first semblance of an apology I recognize her to be an old friend from me college days in the Chi. I catch up with her and her husband over some drinks. As it turns out her husband does the exact same job within an alternate reality version of my workplace. We all have a grand ol time, culminating with me swearing under blood oath (the bee's knees of all oaths I'll have you know) to go Kayaking. So because of a random impulse, next week I'm going to be inside of a Kayak wearing a big orange "What About Bob" life jacket and watching some fit geezer tell me the do's n' don'ts. I can't wait.
Epiphany. Follow every impulse that feels instinctual. We're all animules underneath the stupid human suits. Sometimes logic clouds our wants and desires from being direct conduits to what we seek. Stop making sense, fuck fear, and keep your eyes open. There's no greater clarity than the sound made when we extract our heads from our own arses, only to realize it wasn't the center of the universe that we had once thought.
Post Scriptum - Ted Leo, Little Jimmy, Count Violence, Big Steve holding it down and annihilating the hipster racquetball leagues of collective wallflower into powdered milk for me to dance on. Fun would be a drastic understatement.
The Obits challenged some shit-bird to tussle when he started heckling them. Microphones 1, Rudeness 0. Seriously, am I going to start carrying around a ruler and rapping the knuckles of numbskulls? Get classy like Freddy Blassie. Yerrrp!
Set-Up. Get to the rock show early. Still starving and need some preliminary libations to fuel the evening ahead. I get this random "fuck all" itch to just take a left down the first street I see, in the hopes of surveying my dining options. As I take the corner, I literally bump square into someone. And before I can spit out the first semblance of an apology I recognize her to be an old friend from me college days in the Chi. I catch up with her and her husband over some drinks. As it turns out her husband does the exact same job within an alternate reality version of my workplace. We all have a grand ol time, culminating with me swearing under blood oath (the bee's knees of all oaths I'll have you know) to go Kayaking. So because of a random impulse, next week I'm going to be inside of a Kayak wearing a big orange "What About Bob" life jacket and watching some fit geezer tell me the do's n' don'ts. I can't wait.
Epiphany. Follow every impulse that feels instinctual. We're all animules underneath the stupid human suits. Sometimes logic clouds our wants and desires from being direct conduits to what we seek. Stop making sense, fuck fear, and keep your eyes open. There's no greater clarity than the sound made when we extract our heads from our own arses, only to realize it wasn't the center of the universe that we had once thought.
Post Scriptum - Ted Leo, Little Jimmy, Count Violence, Big Steve holding it down and annihilating the hipster racquetball leagues of collective wallflower into powdered milk for me to dance on. Fun would be a drastic understatement.
The Obits challenged some shit-bird to tussle when he started heckling them. Microphones 1, Rudeness 0. Seriously, am I going to start carrying around a ruler and rapping the knuckles of numbskulls? Get classy like Freddy Blassie. Yerrrp!
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raygunjones:
I don't know yet if it's worth the jealousy since I've got zero frame of reference, but I'm pretty exited.
raygunjones:
exited????? Oh drunk o