*vibrates in seat*
Oct. 15th, 2004 04:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
grammargirlThis, ladies and gentlemen, is going to be a good weekend.
Tonight Brooks and I are driving the four-ish hours to sunny, exotic Columbus, Ohio to stay with Jason and Amanda in their shiny new grown-up apartment, complete with guest bedroom and matching dishes and hypoallergenic puppy. I'll get some nice quality time with my best friend from home for the first time since he got married, and he and Amanda will cook us fantastic food (I kept insisting that, what with B.'s Food Allergies of Doom and all, we'd be more than happy to make his food ahead of time and bring it with us, but they were having none of that).
When I told Jason this morning that B. is sick and we weren't yet totally sure whether we'd brave the drive tonight or wait until tomorrow, he said "No problem! We'll make soup!" Yeah, my friends are Good People.
Anyway, the ostensible reason for this trip, aside from the long overdue time with J&A, is that The Decemberists are playing on Sunday evening at a club right near J&A's apartment. Aside from the fact that you can't help but love a band that regularly incorporates words like 'moribund' and 'indolent' into their lyrics, they are, well, sort of the reason B. and I met in the first place. Plus, Colin Meloy is a genius. A GENIUS, I tell you.
Now, if only I can hold off the symptoms that are sort of inevitable due to the fact that EVERYONE I SPEND ANY AMOUNT OF TIME WITH EVER, including the boy whose bed I share, is sick right now. Keep yer fingers crossed for me, kids.
Tonight Brooks and I are driving the four-ish hours to sunny, exotic Columbus, Ohio to stay with Jason and Amanda in their shiny new grown-up apartment, complete with guest bedroom and matching dishes and hypoallergenic puppy. I'll get some nice quality time with my best friend from home for the first time since he got married, and he and Amanda will cook us fantastic food (I kept insisting that, what with B.'s Food Allergies of Doom and all, we'd be more than happy to make his food ahead of time and bring it with us, but they were having none of that).
When I told Jason this morning that B. is sick and we weren't yet totally sure whether we'd brave the drive tonight or wait until tomorrow, he said "No problem! We'll make soup!" Yeah, my friends are Good People.
Anyway, the ostensible reason for this trip, aside from the long overdue time with J&A, is that The Decemberists are playing on Sunday evening at a club right near J&A's apartment. Aside from the fact that you can't help but love a band that regularly incorporates words like 'moribund' and 'indolent' into their lyrics, they are, well, sort of the reason B. and I met in the first place. Plus, Colin Meloy is a genius. A GENIUS, I tell you.
Now, if only I can hold off the symptoms that are sort of inevitable due to the fact that EVERYONE I SPEND ANY AMOUNT OF TIME WITH EVER, including the boy whose bed I share, is sick right now. Keep yer fingers crossed for me, kids.
