I have a lot of love for live music, but in like 45 minute increments. Any show that lasts longer, my attention span seems to drift away.... When the music is semi-terrible, my mind drifts even further, until I want to be in bed. I kind of wanted my bed tonight, all curled up in my undies.
I heard on the radio that Dashboard played tonight? I would have liked to see that show. I still love DC. I still crush hard over Chris Cabrera. Him and his arm tattoos makes my heart go pitter patter just a little bit too much. It also takes me back to a place when Screaming Infidelities was my song on repeat, now it's Even Now.
My buddy, Ryan, invited me to see Interpol, but then took it back, as he fucked up the whole entire time and place. We aren't seeing Interpol. I'm ok with that. I hope he reads this....
I've been dying to see a good band lately. Ah, life.
Can I love my job anymore than I do? I know the novelty will wear off in due time, but seriously, I'm amazed. The older gentlemen tell me I'm the cutest girl in the office, a little border line sexual harassment flattery is sometimes welcome, and it makes me giggle. The others ask me if the pics of my niece and nephew are my children, which has made me want to take them down. Sorry kids, you are breaking my self confidence a little. 24 yr olds do not have 9 year olds. Ok, In Iowa maybe.
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