After I helped Paul move on Saturday, I was exhausted. I had been out late the night before and gone to help with the move at an obscenely early hour on Saturday. Then, progressively become more exhausted as Paul worked us to the bone. Slave-driver.
I got home and desperately needed a nap. Call Lis and made plans for the night and fell into a beautiful slumber. Yeah, I then slept through all of her calls and was forced to get dressed and primped in 20 minutes! It is still a miracle that I was even able to come close to pulling it off.
So we went to the Matt Mays concert at Starlite last night. It was ok. I always pay attention to how captivated I am by a show and, well, he did nothing for me. I was quite happy to ignore the show and chat with Lis and Chunk. This is why I don't think I could be a music journalist. If the show doesn't get me really into it, I am bored and not paying attention. I have no idea what stuff he played or anything. I am a bad concert-goer.
I also ran into my friend Kristin. Kristin is one of two people I met in my program last year that I regularly keep in contact with and she is one of the funniest people I have ever met in my ENTIRE life. She was supposed to come to my party last week, but got the dates wrong and ended up there on Saturday rather than Friday. I think she is probably just avoiding any non-accidental contact with me. I can be embarrassing in public.
After the show, a very drunk Lis and Iris drag a very sober Chunk to Denny's. I haven't been to Denny's in a few years, and I remember why now. The meal itself was hilarious, because anytime in public with a drunk Lis is funny. I will probably never remember what made it so funny, but let me tell ya, it was like comedy show funny. Not like a bad Yuk Yuk's open-mike-night, but a OMG-we-have-to-get-tickets comedy show. Get it?
Oye-Vay.
i
I got home and desperately needed a nap. Call Lis and made plans for the night and fell into a beautiful slumber. Yeah, I then slept through all of her calls and was forced to get dressed and primped in 20 minutes! It is still a miracle that I was even able to come close to pulling it off.
So we went to the Matt Mays concert at Starlite last night. It was ok. I always pay attention to how captivated I am by a show and, well, he did nothing for me. I was quite happy to ignore the show and chat with Lis and Chunk. This is why I don't think I could be a music journalist. If the show doesn't get me really into it, I am bored and not paying attention. I have no idea what stuff he played or anything. I am a bad concert-goer.
I also ran into my friend Kristin. Kristin is one of two people I met in my program last year that I regularly keep in contact with and she is one of the funniest people I have ever met in my ENTIRE life. She was supposed to come to my party last week, but got the dates wrong and ended up there on Saturday rather than Friday. I think she is probably just avoiding any non-accidental contact with me. I can be embarrassing in public.
After the show, a very drunk Lis and Iris drag a very sober Chunk to Denny's. I haven't been to Denny's in a few years, and I remember why now. The meal itself was hilarious, because anytime in public with a drunk Lis is funny. I will probably never remember what made it so funny, but let me tell ya, it was like comedy show funny. Not like a bad Yuk Yuk's open-mike-night, but a OMG-we-have-to-get-tickets comedy show. Get it?
Oye-Vay.
i
1 comment:
the concert was actually really lame but the company was super awesome.
maybe it is a sweat gland problem?
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