my love (and money) was hustled by a fifteen-year-old foosball princess
October 22, 2001, 06:05 pmI am here, alone, in the office. It is beautiful outside. I've opened all the blinds and the sun is going to be setting over the Louisville skyline shortly. Fugazi's new album, The Argument, is tastefully rocking out of my speakers. I've just eaten a crunchy peanutbutter and jelly sandwich. Things are good.
I went to a show on Friday with Jesse and Joe. I saw a lot of things that I'd forgotten about... like goofy, 8th-grade-age kids running around and being rediculous. And people making out in public. And poppunk bands that everyone likes to hear.
And I saw a young kid, standing with his arms tightly parallel to his body, his hands thrust deep into his pockets, losing his attention. And then a gorgeous young girl came up behind him and threaded her arms between his arms and his body, and they held each other. I could feel the warmth that they shared in my chest...
After the show, we went to this after-show-party-type thing that was incredibly close to where I work. And I actually <dramatic pause> talked to girls. Yup. Jesse and I were talking to these two incredibly cute girls. And we played Foosball, and the cuter-of-the-two schooled us. Then we found out that they're fifteen or something. Heh. Oh, well...
Saturday, we toured the local guitar stores; unfortunately, there wasn't anything worthy of noting. But I did buy a ProCo Vintage Rat distortion pedal to replace my flakey DanElectro Daddy-O...
That night, Jesse, Joe, my acoustic guitar, my DVD-player and all my DVD's, and I invaded my parents' house; they were out of town for some reason. So we stayed up late, bellowing out our horrible versions of Get Up Kids and Weezer and Alkaline Trio songs.
And Jesse and I wrote a song, Foosball Princess, about the cute, fifteen-year-old girl. It's awesome...
I hope that last night's Space Ghost was watched by many... with very special guests Thom Yorke and Bjork... Man, was it ever-so good.