2004-07-18 A love of hard cock, errr, cider
Part of me feels as if I should feel at least a slight twinge of guilt whenever I say "I don't have to be able to do math. I'm a French major." Someday, I won't be able to round, count on my fingers, or find a calculator. And then I'm fucked.
The weekend was pretty interesting. Thursday, I went to see That One Guy play, and -- just like the last time I saw him -- it was fucking amazing. I bought a CD this time -- but even though the sound quality is much, much better, it doesn't really do the guy any justice. One really has to see the man do all this crazy shit with these pipes, wires, drums, pedals, MIDIs and god-knows-what-else to REALLY get a good grasp of how fucking surreal and amazing it all is.
Point is, I had fun. Hung out with some friends after the show.
Friday, I ran into Brett and we made plans to hang out Saturday after he got off of work. This comes into play later.
I ran into a friend of mine, who told me about a show I ought to go to. So I did that, went to a really half-assed afterhours and had an alright time. Met a kid named Travis who lives in Cedar Rapids. Seemed like an interesting kid. He's moving to Tuscon, Arizona at the end of the month.
It's kind of funny to meet someone and end it with "Well, I'll never see you again! Have a nice life!"
So Saturday I'm woken up with a phone call from Brett, telling me that he got his schedule wrong and that he's supposed to go into work at 2pm, not get off at 4pm, but he'll call me and we can do something after he gets off work around 11pm. Ok. I did things, ran errands, hung out with Jeff, went home to catch his call... where I find out that he's really not in the mood to do anything. At all. Which is fine, really, since he'd just gotten off of work and you really can't blame someone. Especially after being on his feet for 8 hours. I was a little... disappointed, maybe, and felt a little bit blown off, but he did call, which means that he probably isn't a flakey dickhole. Ok. He told me to call when I got up tomorrow (today) and we'd do something then. Whatever. By that time it's too late to call around and see what everyone else is doing, and there weren't any good shows or anything that I knew of, so I wound up staying in. Made some phonecalls. Talked to my little sister, my mom, and Victor. Victor kept me on the phone a little too long, but that's alright.
Met up with Brett for coffee today. Hung out. Then I went to work.
Whee.
10.48pm
