oh the humanity
Last night Chris and I saw Bellmer Dolls play at The Annex because Peter was sweet enough to Chris on the list. It was an amusing aggregate of goths (who sacked Rome in 410 A.D.) and aspiring hipsters (the same three haircuts). At some point of the evening, I saw this guy looking at me and thought it was this goth guy, Andy Schwalen, that I used to live with in San Francisco 12 years ago. I mean, he looked a lot like him.
So as I passed him I asked him if we'd met before and he didn't say anything and walked away smiling mysteriously. So afterwards, I excitedly asked Peter who that guy was and it was Carlos D. with facial hair. I didn't even hear the rest of what Peter said because all I could think about was:
a) everyone thinks I'm all agog over some Z-list dumbfuck when in fact I honestly thought this guy was a former roommate
b) I hate Interpol and Carlos ego-ass is wandering around thinking I'm a groupie or something. Ick!
I so wanted to redo the last 30 minutes of the evening because I felt soiled and there was nothing I could do or say to restore my dignity. Laura is maybe the only one who can understand why I might feel traumatized and had she been there she would have stopped me. Laura, why the hell weren't you there? I blame you.
So as I passed him I asked him if we'd met before and he didn't say anything and walked away smiling mysteriously. So afterwards, I excitedly asked Peter who that guy was and it was Carlos D. with facial hair. I didn't even hear the rest of what Peter said because all I could think about was:
a) everyone thinks I'm all agog over some Z-list dumbfuck when in fact I honestly thought this guy was a former roommate
b) I hate Interpol and Carlos ego-ass is wandering around thinking I'm a groupie or something. Ick!
I so wanted to redo the last 30 minutes of the evening because I felt soiled and there was nothing I could do or say to restore my dignity. Laura is maybe the only one who can understand why I might feel traumatized and had she been there she would have stopped me. Laura, why the hell weren't you there? I blame you.