Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song,
A medley of extemporanea;
And love is a thing that can never go wrong;
And I am Marie of Roumania.
Dorothy Parker (1893 - 1967)
the show was good (the brother actually didn't ditch me for a change). oi bands are entertaining to watch for me, although i don't get the whole beer/boots/fighting thing. it's fun watching these guys that i've known for ages and see on a regular basis jump around and scream and act tough. i just keep picturing them dancing to 80s music in leslie's living room. on an interesting note, after the last show i sent The New Crush an email joking about the "smash hippies" song (because i sort of am one). he wrote me back and apologized if i'd been offended, he hadn't written the song. this time around he gave a little disclaimer about how he doesn't really hate hippies, and lots of his friends are hippies. so that was cool.
when he came in he kissed my cheek and wished me a happy valentine's day. i didn't see him much for most of the night...he stood by me at the bar to get drinks, and i petted his fuzzy red sweater, and he talked about how it looked like a muppet. and that it was mohair, whatever that is, and i told him it's made from goats. the only time i saw him all night, and the best conversation i can manage is that mohair comes from goats. nice.
i was supposed to meet leslie at the loop lounge after the show, but there was also supposed to be a party. The New Crush was supposed to go to the party, so with a text message explaining my situation, away i went. kate and john were the only ones i knew, there was a pig's heart on dry ice with nails stuck in it, and lots of sketchy characters milling about. and no Crush. i stuck it out until 3 am, and finally had to pack it in before i became too incoherent from exhaustion to drive (as it was i needed the window open and the radio loud).
what i hate about having crushes is how brainless i suddenly feel. i can't seem to think about anything else. and i'm sitting here listening to portishead. my god, i have become a cliche. and i haven't had a crush this bad in a while.
sad to say, i do not think i made much of an impression.beatpoetgrrl
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