First, to St. Paul's Black Dog Cafe for Spaghetti Western String Company with the unparalleled Wars of 1812. Second, off to Stasiu's for some Jason Shannon and Kentucky Air and Conver Watts action. I can't say anything more about what kind of a night this will be, or I'll shed tears of joy. And no one gets to see me cry. It would prove to everyone that I do, in fact, have a soul, and that's a conflict of interest when you edit stuff for a living...KIDDING. But really, you should come. Both of you that read this.
2. I randomly found myself in White Bear Lake today.
I've lived in Minnesota for 16 years, and I can't say with certainty that I've been to White Bear before. I don't know that I'll ever have a reason to go there again. But, as I chatted with the lady I went there to meet, I heard the sounds of water lapping the shore. The breeze was warm. I was wearing business professional attire. The water was cold. When our interview concluded, I sat on a dock, removed my shoes, and soaked my feet. Submitting to that urge was a compromise I negotiated with my subconscious, which was trying to convince me that no one would look at me strangely if I showed up for my 1:00 meeting in a sopping wet suit.
3. If they look this old, am I old, too?
The reunion tour has been a bit of a joke (okay, HUGE NEWS) at the office lately. A couple of weeks back, I had a high school kid in job shadowing me, and a coworker came in to giggle about the latest NKOTB news. The high school kid proceeded to ask us who those guys were!
That's the first time in my life I felt really, truly old. It was tantamount to my mother raving about Donny Osmond. Wow. I'm turning into my mom.
BTW, Jonathan...wash off that makeup. You look like a streetwalker.
...see?
1 comment:
Jonathan is my fave! I'll speak to him about his make-up.
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