Tonight, Nick, Rosella and I are going to the Radiohead show at some new amphitheater in Auburn.
For some reason, I almost always dread going to concerts. Maybe it's the crowds, maybe it's the whole "getting there" process, or maybe it's something more subtle like an underlying fear that the band I love and am about to see play are going to suck and destroy my love of them.
Probably it's just because I'm contrary some times, especially when it comes to following through on plans made weeks or months in advance. I may have been in the mood in June to go to this show, but cripey, that was two months ago. Now things are weird with Nicky, I'm feeling totally anti-social, and I don't wanna be stuck in a car for an hour or more both ways as we slog through stupid stupid event traffic, moving six miles per hour for forty miles.
Oh, well. I usually end up having fun in spite of myself.
Cuz I'm even contrary to my contrariness sometimes.
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