The only good thing that came out of my horrible Monday was that my friend, W, had called me with extra tickets to a show for a band I had never heard of. I'm not exactly a band person, especially when I don't know the words to any of their songs. I don't know. I just don't really know what I should be doing. Nodding my head? Tapping my feet? Drinking beers? I don't like to turn down tickets though. Especially since someone was nice enough to ask me. My ex once asked me to a Robert Plant show in Connecticut. All I could hear on the phone over the loud bar music was, "Do you want to go see Lava Lamp?" Yet still, I agreed to go. Anyway, this band, Ted Leo and the Pharmacists, who are opening for Pearl Jam this summer, turned out to be pretty damn good. I looked around the room and all I could think of was the Chappelle show episode of "White Guy Dancing to Acoustic Guitar" - lots of guys with funny jerky limb movements. The girl bopping around in front of me smelled lovely, like flowers and baby powder, so I must say, it was a damn good show.
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