About an hour ago, I entered the Drug Front Cafe (not its real name), which is a coffee shop that I suspect is some sort of veil for a secret and possibly shady business. In truth, the place is probably harmless, but I think it is healthy to be imaginative and think of stories. It makes life interesting.
Anyway, being in a chipper mood, I had been humming "When You Sleep" by MBV (doo-dee-doo-doo, doo-dee-doo-doo... dooooooo!). And of course, because I am exceptionally good at inadvertently embarrassing myself, I managed to hum the song loudly while a young man wearing a MBV shirt was studying near the entryway. Oh, the awkwardness. So we started talking about MBV, and then I retreated to my table where I searched the interweb for photos of John Edwards to use as my new AIM icon. This is what I do, you know. I use politicians as my buddy icon and then think it's heeeelarious to watch John Ashcroft say things like "Remember how the Magnum PI song sounded like porno music?"
I digress. So get this: Mr. MBV gets up to order a snacko from the barista, and on his way to the counter, he hands me a mix CD with his e-mail address. I think that is brave. Nobody has ever done anything along like this to me before. It's like it's a scene from a movie, except I am the ingenue misreading the script. The director is saying, "Interact with the young man!" but I am hiding from the cameras, missing my cues, and forgetting my lines.
Anyway, being in a chipper mood, I had been humming "When You Sleep" by MBV (doo-dee-doo-doo, doo-dee-doo-doo... dooooooo!). And of course, because I am exceptionally good at inadvertently embarrassing myself, I managed to hum the song loudly while a young man wearing a MBV shirt was studying near the entryway. Oh, the awkwardness. So we started talking about MBV, and then I retreated to my table where I searched the interweb for photos of John Edwards to use as my new AIM icon. This is what I do, you know. I use politicians as my buddy icon and then think it's heeeelarious to watch John Ashcroft say things like "Remember how the Magnum PI song sounded like porno music?"
I digress. So get this: Mr. MBV gets up to order a snacko from the barista, and on his way to the counter, he hands me a mix CD with his e-mail address. I think that is brave. Nobody has ever done anything along like this to me before. It's like it's a scene from a movie, except I am the ingenue misreading the script. The director is saying, "Interact with the young man!" but I am hiding from the cameras, missing my cues, and forgetting my lines.
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