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So, sometimes, in the wee hours of the night, I get bored and start surfing around Flickr for pictures of Colin Meloy.
In so doing, I reach the conclusion that a certain petite blonde and I need to smuggle cameras into Clutch Cargo's and get in the front row on November 7th.
On that note, I nearly had a heart attack earlier when the possibility of the family not being in town for said Decemberists' show came up en route to dinner tonight. We're going to be here, but we would've been gone for a campus visit to Northwestern/Devon seeing some dumb show she wants to go to.
Priorities? Yes, I have them. And, frankly, Decemberists show with Chelsea ranks higher than a campus visit to a college I don't really care about and am only applying to as a back-up. (When you apply to NYU, everything is just a back-up... unless NYU is your back-up, in which case I question your sanity.)
...Okay, smuggling isn't necessary, according to the Clutch Cargo's website, but the thought of smuggling in my cheap ass, pathetic digital camera makes me feel hardcore.
In so doing, I reach the conclusion that a certain petite blonde and I need to smuggle cameras into Clutch Cargo's and get in the front row on November 7th.
On that note, I nearly had a heart attack earlier when the possibility of the family not being in town for said Decemberists' show came up en route to dinner tonight. We're going to be here, but we would've been gone for a campus visit to Northwestern/Devon seeing some dumb show she wants to go to.
Priorities? Yes, I have them. And, frankly, Decemberists show with Chelsea ranks higher than a campus visit to a college I don't really care about and am only applying to as a back-up. (When you apply to NYU, everything is just a back-up... unless NYU is your back-up, in which case I question your sanity.)
...Okay, smuggling isn't necessary, according to the Clutch Cargo's website, but the thought of smuggling in my cheap ass, pathetic digital camera makes me feel hardcore.