Well thanks for the input folks– I have decided to go with poster E.
Last Wednesday, ten friends from MN came down for a show I put together at Gabe’s Oasis. (6 of the friends were members of the band). No one came to the show. Only a couple of people. Out of the 30 or so people who said they would come there were at least 10 who promised that they would be there. None of them came. In my opinion: their loss. I had a lot of fun and I thought the show was killer. Being the individual who promoted the show, I enjoyed the entire show, especially the last two bands (The Red Market and Genital Hercules) They are very different from each other, but I thought they both had good shows. Because every group was very different from the others, I think I was the only person at the show who enjoyed everything. Of course, then again, I was the only person at the show (period).
Photos from the Stabbiest Mexican are up at Aprille Clarke’s website. They are good pictures.
On Friday, after work, Joe Hall and I went canoeing up the Iowa River. We goofed off a lot and claimed it was in the name of fighting terrorism. Then we decided to start are own private river patrol where we keep a look-out for terrorist and un-american activity.
This last weekend was hectic. This week has been similar.
I plan to drive up to MN tomorrow to have my foot surgery on Friday. I will be stranded in ye olde Crotchfester, MN until the 12th. I will bring my computer to keep up the editing. A few friends have promised to hang out with me, too. I am actually looking forward to it.
My boss told me today that she thinks I am “wicked.” Not in the sense of wicked as in cool or rad or bitchin’. No — wicked as in evil, crazy devil’s knee-high socks wicked. I am sort of taken back by this. My co-workers have agreed with her. I guess maybe I truly am an evil evil being. I can’t help it. I wonder if I should just give up the rouse. I try really hard to be nice, but I guess I am not. I am wicked!
I must be going now. I have to go terrorize old ladies with shopping carts and steal candy from babies.
(do the old ladies have the shopping carts or am I using the shopping carts to terrorize the old ladies?–you decide– cast your vote in my guest book)
