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well, that was pointless
Sep. 2nd, 2004 12:23 amSo, perhaps I should have considered that I live in God's Country here, and thus things really do close up early, especially on school nights...but how can a show have TWO opening acts plus headliner, start at 9 PM, and be over by 11 PM?
How?????
A lot of crabby-looking people were leaving the parking lot where these shows are held. I had my windows open and was driving slow, trying to figure out if people were really striking the stage set. I overheard one guy say to another, "That was stupid. She was totally wasted!" Now, I don't know if they were talking about Ms. Jett or some female of their acquaintance, but it does make one wonder. That and the ridiculously short time frame.
So, no Joan. No Bad Reputation. Oh, well. I should probably download that song now, though, since it's stuck in my head.
As far as socializing goes, I did meet two homeless men, one of whom I allowed to wash my windshield (although it's the inside that's dirty) while I pumped gas. The other guy just got $2 from me because it was my night to give people money. Does that happen to other people? You are minding your own business, someone asks for money, and you suddenly realize it's your turn to be minimally charitable, and you pretty much have to do it for the duration. Homeless Guy #2 did offer to get me cheap tickets to Sunday's game and patted me on the back. I did not ask what game he was referring to for any number of reasons, but the column is headed by "intense disinterest." He smelled very nice, which seemed particularly unusual since he was, after all, Homeless Guy. Like, the smell was nice enough that I almost called after him to ask what that was.
Even though it was an extremely anticlimactic trip out of the house, I feel better for having actually made it out the door. And now I can watch Cowboy Bebop and drink wine and think about maybe writing a bit.
How?????
A lot of crabby-looking people were leaving the parking lot where these shows are held. I had my windows open and was driving slow, trying to figure out if people were really striking the stage set. I overheard one guy say to another, "That was stupid. She was totally wasted!" Now, I don't know if they were talking about Ms. Jett or some female of their acquaintance, but it does make one wonder. That and the ridiculously short time frame.
So, no Joan. No Bad Reputation. Oh, well. I should probably download that song now, though, since it's stuck in my head.
As far as socializing goes, I did meet two homeless men, one of whom I allowed to wash my windshield (although it's the inside that's dirty) while I pumped gas. The other guy just got $2 from me because it was my night to give people money. Does that happen to other people? You are minding your own business, someone asks for money, and you suddenly realize it's your turn to be minimally charitable, and you pretty much have to do it for the duration. Homeless Guy #2 did offer to get me cheap tickets to Sunday's game and patted me on the back. I did not ask what game he was referring to for any number of reasons, but the column is headed by "intense disinterest." He smelled very nice, which seemed particularly unusual since he was, after all, Homeless Guy. Like, the smell was nice enough that I almost called after him to ask what that was.
Even though it was an extremely anticlimactic trip out of the house, I feel better for having actually made it out the door. And now I can watch Cowboy Bebop and drink wine and think about maybe writing a bit.
