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last night was just so good. i won't try to give a play-by-play, because i'm too tired and couldn't do it justice anyway, but let me try to hit some of the highlights:
- St. T looks great. married life suits her. and her husband is a lot cooler than i expected based on the gossip i'd heard about him. it was fantastic to get to sit down and talk to her face to face. we discussed men, pets, food, and the latest gossip, more or less exactly as one might expect.
- the band was a little sloppier than they used to be, but that was understandable considering they'd only had one rehearsal before last night's gig -- which was Ron and Jeff's first together in two years, and included a new guitarist they were still "breaking in".
- by the end of the show, they started recycling songs they'd played earlier in the evening. they'd run out of material the new guy knew, but they were having too much fun to stop. it was so good to see that old chemistry come alive again before my eyes. there's something magic that happens when Ron and Jeff get on a stage together. it's a rare and wonderful thing.
- Ron was touchingly glad to see me. how to describe Ron? he's your classic couch-surfing musician -- and has been for more than 20 years -- and looks it. one of his previous bands' websites says this: "They call him 'Beatle Ron' and the girls just swoon." and it's true. he sings like Paul McCartney in 1964, and he's just such a genuinely sweet guy that when you first meet him, you think he's sucking up to you. it takes a while to realize it's not an act. i don't mean, mind you, to make him sound like a paragon. he thinks every woman he meets wants him -- he once told my friend M2, "if it weren't for my girlfriend, you'd be all over me." he's chronically broke and he always needs a ride. he'd known me for months before he could remember my name. but there's just something so charming about the guy, you can't help but like him.
- Jeff didn't hide from me, and i even got to meet his girlfriend. i had a horrible crush on Jeff a few years ago -- he just has the sweetest smile -- and managed to make an utter fool of myself. he was so weirded out that for a couple of years he avoided me whenever possible. he, too, however, is a really nice guy, and his girlfriend seems very cool. she even came over and sat by me and talked to me for a while. i still think he's adorable, in a goofy-looking sort of way, but there's nothing left of the crush but that sense of wistfulness and regret one never seems to lose in these situations. it was lovely to get to actually chat with him in a sane way again, without the wall of awkwardness my crush dropped between us.
- listening to 60s pop music just makes me crazy happy. i'm not sure what it is about it that lifts my spirit so much, but it's the only music there is that makes me want to jump to my feet and dance like a mad fool. unfortunately, i do dance like a mad fool, but the music makes me feel so good i just don't care. and that's a good thing.
- i haven't been out so late in well over a year. i slept for almost 12 hours and i'm still exhausted. i think i'll just rent some videos and chill for the rest of the weekend. i'm too old for this shit.
- St. T looks great. married life suits her. and her husband is a lot cooler than i expected based on the gossip i'd heard about him. it was fantastic to get to sit down and talk to her face to face. we discussed men, pets, food, and the latest gossip, more or less exactly as one might expect.
- the band was a little sloppier than they used to be, but that was understandable considering they'd only had one rehearsal before last night's gig -- which was Ron and Jeff's first together in two years, and included a new guitarist they were still "breaking in".
- by the end of the show, they started recycling songs they'd played earlier in the evening. they'd run out of material the new guy knew, but they were having too much fun to stop. it was so good to see that old chemistry come alive again before my eyes. there's something magic that happens when Ron and Jeff get on a stage together. it's a rare and wonderful thing.
- Ron was touchingly glad to see me. how to describe Ron? he's your classic couch-surfing musician -- and has been for more than 20 years -- and looks it. one of his previous bands' websites says this: "They call him 'Beatle Ron' and the girls just swoon." and it's true. he sings like Paul McCartney in 1964, and he's just such a genuinely sweet guy that when you first meet him, you think he's sucking up to you. it takes a while to realize it's not an act. i don't mean, mind you, to make him sound like a paragon. he thinks every woman he meets wants him -- he once told my friend M2, "if it weren't for my girlfriend, you'd be all over me." he's chronically broke and he always needs a ride. he'd known me for months before he could remember my name. but there's just something so charming about the guy, you can't help but like him.
- Jeff didn't hide from me, and i even got to meet his girlfriend. i had a horrible crush on Jeff a few years ago -- he just has the sweetest smile -- and managed to make an utter fool of myself. he was so weirded out that for a couple of years he avoided me whenever possible. he, too, however, is a really nice guy, and his girlfriend seems very cool. she even came over and sat by me and talked to me for a while. i still think he's adorable, in a goofy-looking sort of way, but there's nothing left of the crush but that sense of wistfulness and regret one never seems to lose in these situations. it was lovely to get to actually chat with him in a sane way again, without the wall of awkwardness my crush dropped between us.
- listening to 60s pop music just makes me crazy happy. i'm not sure what it is about it that lifts my spirit so much, but it's the only music there is that makes me want to jump to my feet and dance like a mad fool. unfortunately, i do dance like a mad fool, but the music makes me feel so good i just don't care. and that's a good thing.
- i haven't been out so late in well over a year. i slept for almost 12 hours and i'm still exhausted. i think i'll just rent some videos and chill for the rest of the weekend. i'm too old for this shit.
