Reliving junior year...
Myersexy came to T-town last night and we went to the Bright Eyes show with my friend Dan. While I normally do not consider being coked-out an attractive quality, it certainly works for Conor Oberst. Don't ask me what he was wearing because all I could see was his head over the throngs of anorexic, pretentious emo kids, but his head looked good. He definitely had the sex-hair going on, looking as though he had just emerged from a rough-and-tumble roll in the hay, which he probably had, as his girlfriend emitted much the same glow. Lucky bitch. The only thing that was slightly unsettling about the show was his tendency to leer in one direction, or close one eye and let the other wander lazily as he sang. Creepy to the max. Myersexy, however, could not get over that fact that he was wearing "fucking eyeliner." Surely, though, even the most overrated king of pretension needs to get tarted up a bit every once in a while. All I know is that I heard "Bowl of Oranges" last night, so I'm one step closer to being able to die happy.
After the show, we went to this tiny Chinese place to meet myersexy's painfully attractive friend, Brett (apparently, last night was all about the attractive kids). Sadly, he has a girlfriend (who was present), but that didn't keep me from ogling him. Hey, shaggy red hair is a weakness of mine.
So, that was pretty much our night, though I did edit out portions that were less than important, such as getting lost in Birmingham, or Dan's fucking psycho driving. I'll leave the rest up to you to make up.
I'm going to make some coffee in the hopes that the aroma will coax out the slumberous lump lying in my bed. After all, the day is nearly half-finished and I have yet to do anything. Except Livejournal.
Le sigh.
After the show, we went to this tiny Chinese place to meet myersexy's painfully attractive friend, Brett (apparently, last night was all about the attractive kids). Sadly, he has a girlfriend (who was present), but that didn't keep me from ogling him. Hey, shaggy red hair is a weakness of mine.
So, that was pretty much our night, though I did edit out portions that were less than important, such as getting lost in Birmingham, or Dan's fucking psycho driving. I'll leave the rest up to you to make up.
I'm going to make some coffee in the hopes that the aroma will coax out the slumberous lump lying in my bed. After all, the day is nearly half-finished and I have yet to do anything. Except Livejournal.
Le sigh.