Went to some metal (or something) show at a house on my block last night. I felt very, very old, though I doubt I was the oldest there. There was much debate over the existence of aliens, or, to be more accurate, how their form is manifested here on earth- all parties involved expressed little doubt as to whether or not their really were, in fact, aliens. There was a young gentleman there who spent the evening walking around wearing various configurations of a single shoelace. He had it wrapped around his face and under arms. Then it was on his leg. At one point, it was wrapped around a lock of hair at the top of his head for an impromptu "fountain" pony tail. I discussed my desire to bring back tube socks with Courtney while we were standing on the stairway to the bathroom. It was the only place we could find room. We were also the only ones wearing color, or, more specifically, not wearing all black. We never listened to the band. All we could hear was the bass reverberating from the basement. Neil reported that they sucked. Instead, we had fun just listening to the chatter of various conversations, and occasionally debating aliens with strangers. Courtney made some strong arguments that what one young man described as an alien encounter, was quite likely, actually a lucid dream (something that Courtney experiences quite frequently). After the party, it was Thanksgiving leftovers, for which I am thankful, and bed, for which I am thankful, and cuddling, for which I am thankful.
Posts
