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Went to Lollipop Shoppe tonight at The Cavern. Made it for the last two songs of Silk Stocking...can't really come up with a comparison at this time of night, but they were interesting and I wish I'd got there earlier. Black Arm Band was really good. [Takes balls to open with an Otis Redding song, too.] Had the energy, the songs, and the playing ability. Definitely one to keep an eye on.
Wasn't very verbose or outgoing tonight, and when I did talk, I ran out of words quickly. No dancing, either. Was really uptight for some reason. [Tired, maybe?] The Guinness and the screwdriver didn't help any, either. [You usually can't shut me up after a few drinks.]
At any rate, the music was excellent as usual-------and it's always fun to watch everyone else get their groove on, even if my personal groove is nonexistent at the moment.
This was the first time I've been on Lower Greenville in years on a Saturday night. Most notable change: three times as many people and cops. And everyone looked so damned young. [Reality Note To Self: it is because you aren't anymore!!!]
Went to Taco Cabana afterwards and got nachos afterwards. It took thirty minutes to get through the line and get my food, which is longer than it took to eat it. The positive side of that: I don't remember their being as much nearly-bare plunging cleavage years ago as I saw there tonight. Good God.
[Not that I am complaining, mind you!.......and before you say "You are old enough to be these girls' father", I say: Yes, that is true. But I'm not a father, I'm not their father, and I'm not married. So bite me. Plus, I didn't look very long, because most of them had boyfriends with them who were about a head taller than me. I was very discreet in my clandestine lechery.]
Drove home. Got here safely. It makes me nervous to drive after drinking anything nowadays-----although two drinks in three hours, I would think, mixed with liberal amounts of Coke inbetween, wouldn't make a 255-lb. man register anything near .08 blood alcohol. Paranoia? Maybe. [Or maybe a sense that I used up all my guardian angel chips long ago. Ah, the folly of youth.]
"Paranoia...will destroy ya...." [thank you, Ray Davies].
Well, enough self-navel-gazing for one night. I fully expect to dream about blood-sucking bat-zombies after that many jalapenos this late, so sleep should be interesting, to say the least.
Good night!