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I was at work friday night, wasting time because I wasn't in any hurry to get home. Joe and Evan and I carried on conversations about the recent auto-theft, laser tattoo removal, and whatnot. Genevieve called and invited Evan, a musician, to come watch a jazz band play in Escondido. Evan started whining about how he hated listening to live music--especially if it's not exceptionally good. He said it just bores him. Oh! But! He didn't end the conversation until after he made invitations to come watch his band play wednesday.
So anyway, I ended up with Genevieve and her sister riding in a Ford Focus, through the ghettos of Logan Heights, without any music playing. We grabbed dinner at Horton Plaza and then headed north in search of a Metaphor Cafe. Being downtown reminded me of when Peter and I used to hang out and drive around. Like the we went to that thing at UCSD with Erik and went to that hotel party afterward, or when when we had just got done playing for some lady's Christmas party. It was right after they had finished filming the Real World San Diego and I had never seen the house. So, we drove to Point Loma and went on base just to see the Real World San Diego House. It was a pointless night, but I sincerely enjoyed myself.
But anyway, I walked into the cafe and felt confused by the diversity. Between the horrid movie posters on the wall, the black and white photography, the punks playing pool, and the CoSA Ma&Pa fan club, I wasn't quite sure what to think. I sat with familiar faces and tried my best to keep out the "what if" thoughts that never cease. But, what if they never do?
The music was good, the company was too. But, maybe if I got out more, I'd realize that the night wasn't worth writing the above 323 words.
(Don't get me wrong, the jazz band sounded killer. Okay Mack?)
I guess the Mars Volta show sold out in less than 2 hours? It sucks. Ebay is filled with insanely overpriced pairs of tickets--tickets I could have bought at regular price and enjoyed. But nahh. Jerks. I wonder how many people will be holding seats that think Televator is some crossbreed between televisions and elevators. I'm not going to get worked up over it though. I put the CD on the bottom of my stack, right next to the Blood Brothers and will pretend like I'm not really into them until after April passes.
So anyway, I ended up with Genevieve and her sister riding in a Ford Focus, through the ghettos of Logan Heights, without any music playing. We grabbed dinner at Horton Plaza and then headed north in search of a Metaphor Cafe. Being downtown reminded me of when Peter and I used to hang out and drive around. Like the we went to that thing at UCSD with Erik and went to that hotel party afterward, or when when we had just got done playing for some lady's Christmas party. It was right after they had finished filming the Real World San Diego and I had never seen the house. So, we drove to Point Loma and went on base just to see the Real World San Diego House. It was a pointless night, but I sincerely enjoyed myself.
But anyway, I walked into the cafe and felt confused by the diversity. Between the horrid movie posters on the wall, the black and white photography, the punks playing pool, and the CoSA Ma&Pa fan club, I wasn't quite sure what to think. I sat with familiar faces and tried my best to keep out the "what if" thoughts that never cease. But, what if they never do?
The music was good, the company was too. But, maybe if I got out more, I'd realize that the night wasn't worth writing the above 323 words.
(Don't get me wrong, the jazz band sounded killer. Okay Mack?)
I guess the Mars Volta show sold out in less than 2 hours? It sucks. Ebay is filled with insanely overpriced pairs of tickets--tickets I could have bought at regular price and enjoyed. But nahh. Jerks. I wonder how many people will be holding seats that think Televator is some crossbreed between televisions and elevators. I'm not going to get worked up over it though. I put the CD on the bottom of my stack, right next to the Blood Brothers and will pretend like I'm not really into them until after April passes.