For over a month, I'd been eagerly awaiting the ...And You Will Know Us By The Trail of Girls/Explosions in the Sky show. Sometimes, when people are excited about an event, the anticipation winds up being more exciting than the event itself. Not so this time.
After a rousing daytrip to Wisconsin to shop at the Mars Cheese Castle, the woodland triumvirate of Owlie, Woodsy, and I had dinner at Bite. Lately I have been on a salad kick, craving spinach and vinaigrette. And really, I only wanted to order a salad, but as a thin girl, I get anxious about doing that. I am convinced that people will think that I am on a diet or something crazy like that. Yes, it's ridiculous, but it's one of my quirks, okay? So I also ordered a pasta dish which turned out to be lousy. If you're ever at Bite, do not order the pasta.
The show was sold out, but we had wisely purchased our tickets in advance. Explosions in the Sky were beautiful and noisy. The best part of the set involved the middle-aged guy standing next to me. He displayed the enthusiasm that one of the band members' parents might, with lots of thumbs-up and "WOO!"ing. The band members tried to ignore him, but he would not have any of it. "Rockford loooooves you guys," he'd yell, pumping his fist in the air. I found a new place to stand when he started smiling at me. Yikes.
Trail of Dead were as much fun and as energetic as I'd hoped they would be. There really is something fantastic about seeing a band completely trash their instruments after playing. And as Woodsy pointed out, "And this way, you don't have to worry about an encore!" I agree. Even if I love the band (and last night's show was marvy) it's nice when they just play all the songs without waiting for the ego-boosting encore.
After the show: I saw R. (a friend's boyfriend), who introduced me to Whoa. [Owlie and I had seen Whoa earlier that night and all we could say was, "Whoa." Or maybe it was wow, I can't be sure. Either way, he was magazine-beautiful, as Jaime would say.] Anyway, Whoa was very pleasant and witty, all those nice things. I responded in my own brilliant way by blurting, "WE WENT TO THE MARS CHEESE CASTLE!" Much to my amazement, the tuxedo-clad Whoa reacted with great glee: "I love that place!" A man who wears dress clothes and recognizes the greatness of cheesy tourist traps? Whoa indeed.
This is where the funny part comes in. My friend has, on more than one occasion, suggested fixing me up with Whoa. "You are both funny! You both love books," she'd say. I just didn't like the idea of being set up with somebody. And then we met each other just out of the blue. R. and Whoa invited me to hang out with them after the show, but it was late. No phone numbers were exchanged, but I'm sure I'll hear all the gossip tomorrow.
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Other nicknames given or used last night: Cat Man, Edward Norton Tootie, Jason Lee Creepy, When Art Mullets Go Bad.
After a rousing daytrip to Wisconsin to shop at the Mars Cheese Castle, the woodland triumvirate of Owlie, Woodsy, and I had dinner at Bite. Lately I have been on a salad kick, craving spinach and vinaigrette. And really, I only wanted to order a salad, but as a thin girl, I get anxious about doing that. I am convinced that people will think that I am on a diet or something crazy like that. Yes, it's ridiculous, but it's one of my quirks, okay? So I also ordered a pasta dish which turned out to be lousy. If you're ever at Bite, do not order the pasta.
The show was sold out, but we had wisely purchased our tickets in advance. Explosions in the Sky were beautiful and noisy. The best part of the set involved the middle-aged guy standing next to me. He displayed the enthusiasm that one of the band members' parents might, with lots of thumbs-up and "WOO!"ing. The band members tried to ignore him, but he would not have any of it. "Rockford loooooves you guys," he'd yell, pumping his fist in the air. I found a new place to stand when he started smiling at me. Yikes.
Trail of Dead were as much fun and as energetic as I'd hoped they would be. There really is something fantastic about seeing a band completely trash their instruments after playing. And as Woodsy pointed out, "And this way, you don't have to worry about an encore!" I agree. Even if I love the band (and last night's show was marvy) it's nice when they just play all the songs without waiting for the ego-boosting encore.
After the show: I saw R. (a friend's boyfriend), who introduced me to Whoa. [Owlie and I had seen Whoa earlier that night and all we could say was, "Whoa." Or maybe it was wow, I can't be sure. Either way, he was magazine-beautiful, as Jaime would say.] Anyway, Whoa was very pleasant and witty, all those nice things. I responded in my own brilliant way by blurting, "WE WENT TO THE MARS CHEESE CASTLE!" Much to my amazement, the tuxedo-clad Whoa reacted with great glee: "I love that place!" A man who wears dress clothes and recognizes the greatness of cheesy tourist traps? Whoa indeed.
This is where the funny part comes in. My friend has, on more than one occasion, suggested fixing me up with Whoa. "You are both funny! You both love books," she'd say. I just didn't like the idea of being set up with somebody. And then we met each other just out of the blue. R. and Whoa invited me to hang out with them after the show, but it was late. No phone numbers were exchanged, but I'm sure I'll hear all the gossip tomorrow.
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Other nicknames given or used last night: Cat Man, Edward Norton Tootie, Jason Lee Creepy, When Art Mullets Go Bad.
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