ugh.idiot.fuck.
so i went to see mike doughty again. i like to do doughty shows in twos. this time i had someone else with me. josh and me and me and josh. we drove out to the edge of creation. by the edge of creation i mean the hamptons. [so far from my reality, it's almost hilarious.]mansions and rich people everywhere.
we get there and it's still early so we decide to go have a bite to eat. we start walking down the street and i see chuck, doughty's sound guy. and i whisper shriek to josh, " that's doughty's sound guy." yeah. even the sound guy excites me. josh shrugs kind of maybe and we keep walking. we start chatting about what we want to eat and i stop dead in my tracks. dead. there he is. mike doughty. just chillin on a bench. right in front of me. i quasi-fainted. then tried to gather myself. josh is looking at me, trying to figure out if i had stroked out. i really wish that i had a camera on my face. this time i did not whisper shriek. i incoherently screeched, "that's mike doughty!" josh says, "go talk to him". i just stood there. mike kind of half turned toward me and i said, "i think i'm going to have a heart attack." doughty smiled and i just shot past him like a fucking bullet. so i am now and always shall be, the epitome of lameness. i was standing in front of someone that i truly admire. truly think is absolutely great and i fucking eeked out a moronic phrase and ran screaming for the hills. i officially should be put down. down. down down. euthanized. sedated until death. wow.
but life went on. we ate. i kept saying things like, "well what if you were standing face to face with someone you adored? what would you say, genius." or, " tell me what to say next time!"
and josh said, " well i wouldn't have told him that i was going to have a heart attack. and i probably wouldnt've run away."
fine. i could have handled things better. but. yeah. the show was kick ass. it was this really small venue and there couldn't have been more than maybe 75 people there. it reminded me a little of tammany in worcester. but smaller if you can believe it. halfway through the show a pack of girls decided they were drunk enough to dance and started doing so right in front of me and josh. eh. it was fun. whatever. after the show i did go talk to him. not about any coronary conditions. just to tell him that i thought he was awesome.
i'm a fuck.
we get there and it's still early so we decide to go have a bite to eat. we start walking down the street and i see chuck, doughty's sound guy. and i whisper shriek to josh, " that's doughty's sound guy." yeah. even the sound guy excites me. josh shrugs kind of maybe and we keep walking. we start chatting about what we want to eat and i stop dead in my tracks. dead. there he is. mike doughty. just chillin on a bench. right in front of me. i quasi-fainted. then tried to gather myself. josh is looking at me, trying to figure out if i had stroked out. i really wish that i had a camera on my face. this time i did not whisper shriek. i incoherently screeched, "that's mike doughty!" josh says, "go talk to him". i just stood there. mike kind of half turned toward me and i said, "i think i'm going to have a heart attack." doughty smiled and i just shot past him like a fucking bullet. so i am now and always shall be, the epitome of lameness. i was standing in front of someone that i truly admire. truly think is absolutely great and i fucking eeked out a moronic phrase and ran screaming for the hills. i officially should be put down. down. down down. euthanized. sedated until death. wow.
but life went on. we ate. i kept saying things like, "well what if you were standing face to face with someone you adored? what would you say, genius." or, " tell me what to say next time!"
and josh said, " well i wouldn't have told him that i was going to have a heart attack. and i probably wouldnt've run away."
fine. i could have handled things better. but. yeah. the show was kick ass. it was this really small venue and there couldn't have been more than maybe 75 people there. it reminded me a little of tammany in worcester. but smaller if you can believe it. halfway through the show a pack of girls decided they were drunk enough to dance and started doing so right in front of me and josh. eh. it was fun. whatever. after the show i did go talk to him. not about any coronary conditions. just to tell him that i thought he was awesome.
i'm a fuck.