2003-07-15 | PILLOW TALK

We were lying in bed last night, and Stephanie started taking over my ritual of putting the pillow on my head before going to sleep. It somehow feels more comfortable. Don't ask me why. It's just something I figured out along the way.
I started putting the pillow over her face lightly and mock-smothered her, while making the kind of noises and grunts you would make while smothering somebody with a pillow, not that I would know anything about that.
Afterwards, I believe I asked her "I bet you weren't expecting that, were you?"
She sweetly said "I wouldn't ever expect you to smother me, I know you would never do something like that."
"Good", I said. "I would want you to be surprised when I do it for real."
She laughed louder than she does at even my funniest jokes.
That's my girl.
I'm sure glad she's not dating a closet serial killer.
I'm sure glad I'm not a closet serial killer.
That doesn't mean I won't kill somebody someday. Anything could happen. But it would probably involve them being annoying, and me working a double shift on a day with no business. Whoa. Could happen as early as tomorrow. Bring your bullet-proof vests, co-jerkers.

So right now in Phoenix, the Warped Tour is probably wrapping up with Cum 41, or some other media darlings. The concert I should've been at. It's bizarre. I was so set on going for over 2 months, but now that it's over, it doesn't bother me in the least. Okay, it proobably does bother me in the least. Maybe a little more than the least, but not that much, considering.
Mostly I wanted to see Atmosphere for the first time. And I wanted to see Dropkick Murhpy's again. I wanted to see Andrew W.K.'s onstage antics. I wanted to throw things at Simple Plan. I wanted to see Roger Daltrey and Robert Plants bastard son sing for Vendetta Red. I wanted to make fun of emo kids who when at home have screen names that include some variation of "EmoKid" within them. I wanted to see how much Less Than Jake has sold out, and see how pretty the lead singers publicist made him look, instead of making him dress up in hilarious costumes like he used to. I wanted to see if Face to Face sucks as much as Dave says they do now. Most of all I just wanted to hear good music, and perhaps meet a couple of musicians, or cool spectators. But I had a nice day hanging out with my girlfriend instead. Things could be worse.
And there's no way I can get to Kentucky. There's a way, but it wouldn't be practical.
So KALANIANAOLE and BIG LIZARD will get to check out Lebowskifest without my presence. I'm sure they'll miss me.

Back to work tomorrow for one of my two days this week. Then two days off, and a double on Saturday, followed by three days off. Life is decent. Except for the whole not having any money thing. And there are no concerts worth going to in town here to fill the void that not going to Warped has left me with. For the next few weeks I'll just have to read music magazines, and dream about my future in a rock and roll band.

Crash and burn, Maverick.

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