Wait - they don't love you like I love you
- "Maps," Yeah Yeah Yeahs
UPDATE
Sorry it's been silent from my end in some days. Things have been a bit hectic, admittedly, and I did try to post some time during the week, but the computer ate it, and I was too irritated / pressed on time to attempt to retype it. So here I am again...
Things are well in Nashvegas for the most part. Today I slept in (welcome to spring break, ladies and gentlemen) and so I decided to give some time to mine own bed, because I don't usually sleep all that much or often, etc, although I don't even touch the sleep deprivation experiments I ran during college / the summer before grad school. I must be getting old, although 23 doesn't seem old, I can't do multiple all nighters like I used to, for what that's worth. So last night, I decided I would sleep in, considering the fact that I couldn't remember the last time I'd not set my alarm either to study or to go to work on a weekend, etc...and so I slept until 1pm, which was amazing, when Lucas called me on the phone. So at that point, I rolled over in bed, didn't drag my ass to the phone, but called him back a whopping 2 minutes later. And so I got out of bed so that I could meet up with him and hang out. I've seen him a handful of times in the past coupla weeks, but nothing extensive, which hurts my heart a bit. Since the karaoke Tuesday night ritual from the summer is officially dead (starring myself, Mr. Shit, Lucas, and Nash) - I haven't been back to the Lounge since a while ago - perhaps January or early February (see other post entitled "The Last Lounge Act" for details on the last time I was there, although admittedly, it is loopy and unclear, despite the fact that I was completely sober upon writing it, during either shift). So point being, ramble ramble, I never really see Lucas, and the winter hasn't been all that kind to either of us. Nashvillian winter is a strange November ra-eee-ain sort of place, and Lucas does not dig it, and becomes sort of a recluse. And me, well, the weather doesn't bother me, but when it's nasty, I kinda hunker down and try to get shit done. So...today we got together, had a spot of coffee (can't remember the last time I went to a coffee shop for a social reason, and not to study), and then we went to the Great Escape II - this rad used cd / video / vinyl , etc shop that is half price and only open on weekends...and I picked up some nostalgic gold nuggets! including some Paula Abdul cds (ok, she's pure cheese, but FOREVER YOUR GIRL was the first tape I ever bought for myself...) and En Vogue (which brings me back to EXP Theater parties, walking / strutting the length of Jess and Philomena's parties to "Free Your Mind"), and some Belly and such...and also BLADERUNNER - the original, not the director's cut...so it has the voice over narration! and Four Weddings and a Funeral....all this for a cool 20 bucks...great fucking deal.
Then I read Rorty for the better part of the day, and formulated the plan of attack so that I can ream him a new asshole academically and attempt to write on him for a paper. Then I went out with Lucas, Gerrick, and Jeff to see THE LONE OFFICIAL and the ALCOHOL STUNT BAND> so gold. Good times to be sure. I should write up a little review of these bands, particularly the Alcohol Stunt Band. Not just a clever name, they really do stunts, er, Chris, the lead singer does...great. The drummer of the Lone Official is pretty good, but doesn't make as many fun faces as PhiLL or as the ChrisElliotGivingHead guy from Radio4. Still, he was rockin out during at least one song.
I miss y'all. That means PhiLL Flynn Larry Marty jo jo in particular. Just know that I've been telling stories about you and Colgate and punkbands and leaders who lead nowhere and grandpas basement and spitballs on study lounge walls and how crackhouse became gate house and radioshows and daysleepers and I'll be your private dancer and experimental hot honey moments and initiations and so many things. I miss you...not to get all nostalgic on you, and people want to meet you...
