You know how when you lose mob protection, you all of a sudden become vulnerable until you find someone else who’s willing to protect you? I kinda feel that way now that everyone knows I gave The Goofball the boot. All of a sudden guys are crawling out of the woodwork, though I’m not interested in any of them a bit. (Two of them are The Goofball’s ROOMMATES, which adds an automatic ickiness differential.) I think it’s funny, actually, these guys thinking they are not just so totally obvious. But they are. Ha!
I think !!! was my favorite of the bands, though I did enjoy Fleet Foxes. I’m not even going tomorrow until 5pm; time to clean house and get some work done and hang with Rebel for a little while. Plus, I need time to recover from the mud.
I ran into The Tobacconist, who told me I looked amazing (I know, dude; your loss) and invited me to hang out drinking with him and his friends. I took this as a good reason to leave and go to a meeting, which is exactly what happened. Namaste.