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Okay, so last night I decided to go to The EARL to check out this thing called The Happenstance, which is something like the 24 Hours Plays for bands. A bunch of musicians get together in the morning, are assigned at random into new bands and have a day to write and rehearse a 20 minute set to play that evening. They did it one time before (it was called "Rock Lotto" then) and it was a blast and a half, so I was all over it the moment I found out it was happening again.

So about sevenish, I get a call completely out of the blue from a guy I met and smooched at the DragonCon before last. He asks what I'm up to, I tell him about the Happenstance show, and he says that sounds pretty cool, so I invite him along. I usually fly solo when I go to shows, but it's always nice to have someone to talk to while you're waiting for the band to start.

So I pick him up at his digs (he's living intown now, thank heavens) and we have a nice old time catching up on things. I tell him a little about the novel I wrote. He tells me a little about his new girlfriend. (I lower my expectations accordingly.)

So the doors open and because of capacity issues at the EARL you can no longer wander in and out of the venue part the way you used to. One has to go out the back through the hallway past the dressing rooms. Fortunately, there's a bar back here, too, so we're not particularly deprived, and I just figure we'll hunker down for the show.

Boy (I'm going to just call him that) asks if he can check his messages on my phone for a second, since he went and left his phone in my car for reasons I never asked about. He checks his messages and finds one from a friend who doesn't leave a number to write down. He wants to call this guy back right away and to do this he needs to have his phone so he can do a callback from the caller ID function. The show is threatening to start, I'm very grumpy about this, which causes Boy to ask "You're mad at me, aren't you?" I give him my keys and send him on his way. He returns and says he couldn't get the door unlocked with the key. I generally unlock the door with the magic twanger on the keychain, but the battery is fading so it takes a little holding down of the button and waving it around to make it unlock. I figure in the time it takes me to explain this to him and hope against hope that he'll do it properly, I could go and get the thing myself, so I do. Fortunately, the bands are slow in starting, so I manage to get to the car, retrieve the Boy's phone and place it in his hand before the first band begins.

Boy steps outside to call his friend, the music starts and he returns to report that his friend would have liked to have come to the show, but had other obligations. Fine.

The bands are great and I have a good time, but I'm a bit frustrated by the fact that Boy prefers to sit on the couches in the corner than to stand up and watch the show, so I get a lovely view of people's backs for most of it.

Between sets, Boy decides he want to kiss me. He's lucky as hell he's a damn good kisser, 'cos I wouldn't have put up with it otherwise. The downside is, of course, that this rather puts a damper on my ability to flirt with other men who aren't quite as attached.

Actually, I do flirt with a man who doesn't seem to be quite as attached, when he sits down on the couch on the other side of me from Boy. Nothing comes of it, but it keeps me in practice.

Around eleven, Boy wants to go home and watch Saturday Night Live. This is the one reason I prefer to go to shows solo--if I want to stay, I can stay, if I want to leave, I can leave, and I don't have to check with anybody if it's okay. I point out that I need a little time to detox from the drinks he's bought for me, so we linger for another hour while I suck down an energy drink and then I take him home because (NOW he tells me!) he has to be somewhere in the morning. The show is still going on, but I at least got to see four out of the six bands.

I drive him home, lightly kiss him goodnight and go home since the night is pretty much wrecked and I'm not 100% sure I can get back in, let alone find a parking space to rival the one I abandoned to drive the Boy's ass home.

So I go home and write a pissy and enigmatic entry on my LJ and go to bed.

Today I took pleasure in eggnog and cookies at my parents' annual Christmas Cookie Party.

Today I learned how to play an addictive game called Santa Balls.


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Dec. 19th, 2005 01:09 am (UTC)
*rolls eyes* Boys...
Dec. 19th, 2005 04:55 am (UTC)
*snorts* I love the fact that he's got a girlfriend & is still snogging with you. That's just brilliant.

Call me, yo. Am in the ATL.
Dec. 19th, 2005 10:23 am (UTC)
I totally relate to this. I hate boys too.
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