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drdawn running on the treadmill throwing things (namely *my* CD player) and since this is unusual (her running -not the throwing of my stuff - that is an everyday occurrence) I asked what was up - she directed me to her LJ which is all friends locked or I'd link to it. Long story short: she decided to act as if she was Brian Kinney from QaF today and her life immensely improved. I said, "That's nice." to which she grabbed me and said we are going out." I have an early meeting tomorrow at work, but since going out to Dawn normally means home by 8:30, I decided what the hell. Actually I had no choice, her exact words were "C'mon, let's go out or I'll die." Who can argue with that.
We went downtown and hung out at Sleepout Louies which was fine. Monday night, but there was a Redbirds game so it wasn't deserted. I had to remind Dawn that Louie's doesn't have a backroom, but I think she survived. Being heterosexual is hard, yo.
I had the brilliant idea to walk through McGuiness Pub in the Peabody Place on our way to the car (it was a short-cut to Tower Records). That is when we saw him. He was playing the acoustic guitar and singing and we both stopped in our tracks. I said, "Damn. He would be king of Babylon." Dawn said, "Well yeah." We stopped to listen. I forget his name but just know that I am now his biggest fan. He played my favorite song - a song he wrote - for me twice. I forget the name of that song now but it was wonderful and I love it. Some might call his music sappy - I prefer to think of it as ridiculously romantic. I *love* him. Whatever his name may be. He is playing at the Bottom Line Wednesday - that club is practically across the street. We are so there. I am a real-life groupie, aren't ya'll proud of me?
In between sets I was getting sleepy and wanting to go home and Dawn said no. Brian Kinney would not go home yet. I then asked who she thought I was and got really pissed when she just looked at me. I am no Michael. Not me. Dawn then asked why I wanted to go to Tower before we headed home and I had to meekly admit it was to look at the Wolverine action figures. She just gave me a "look." Bitch. It sucks to be Brian Kinney's sister. I am not Michael. I could be Wes. That is as far as this goes.
drdawn running on the treadmill throwing things (namely *my* CD player) and since this is unusual (her running -not the throwing of my stuff - that is an everyday occurrence) I asked what was up - she directed me to her LJ which is all friends locked or I'd link to it. Long story short: she decided to act as if she was Brian Kinney from QaF today and her life immensely improved. I said, "That's nice." to which she grabbed me and said we are going out." I have an early meeting tomorrow at work, but since going out to Dawn normally means home by 8:30, I decided what the hell. Actually I had no choice, her exact words were "C'mon, let's go out or I'll die." Who can argue with that. We went downtown and hung out at Sleepout Louies which was fine. Monday night, but there was a Redbirds game so it wasn't deserted. I had to remind Dawn that Louie's doesn't have a backroom, but I think she survived. Being heterosexual is hard, yo.
I had the brilliant idea to walk through McGuiness Pub in the Peabody Place on our way to the car (it was a short-cut to Tower Records). That is when we saw him. He was playing the acoustic guitar and singing and we both stopped in our tracks. I said, "Damn. He would be king of Babylon." Dawn said, "Well yeah." We stopped to listen. I forget his name but just know that I am now his biggest fan. He played my favorite song - a song he wrote - for me twice. I forget the name of that song now but it was wonderful and I love it. Some might call his music sappy - I prefer to think of it as ridiculously romantic. I *love* him. Whatever his name may be. He is playing at the Bottom Line Wednesday - that club is practically across the street. We are so there. I am a real-life groupie, aren't ya'll proud of me?
In between sets I was getting sleepy and wanting to go home and Dawn said no. Brian Kinney would not go home yet. I then asked who she thought I was and got really pissed when she just looked at me. I am no Michael. Not me. Dawn then asked why I wanted to go to Tower before we headed home and I had to meekly admit it was to look at the Wolverine action figures. She just gave me a "look." Bitch. It sucks to be Brian Kinney's sister. I am not Michael. I could be Wes. That is as far as this goes.
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Date: 2003-06-09 09:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-06-09 11:11 pm (UTC)Personally I AM the female Michael (I gots the Comic book and Action Figure collection to prove it)
You could be my fantasy world version of Michael. The one who shacks up with Xander and Andrew for a week long lurv fest......
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Date: 2003-06-10 01:09 am (UTC)OMG, were you in Memphis? I'm from Memphis!
Eeeeeeeeeeeeee!
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Date: 2003-06-10 10:28 am (UTC)So sad that you didn't get to look at the Wolverine action figures *sniff* - my heart goes out to you. Hugh Jackman doesn't do much for me, but Wolverine is in such lovely pain about his tortured past...
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Date: 2003-06-10 02:59 pm (UTC)Re:
Date: 2003-06-10 10:50 pm (UTC)Oh yea. that sounds good to me......can I come along?