Gathering thoughts.

In bed, pursuing sleep, 1:46 am. me: I can imitate an earthworm. wanna see? him: yes. me: *writhing* him: *impressed* me: My dad told me if you ripped one in half you'd get 2 worms. him: me too. him: *pretending to do so* you'd stretch it way out until it finally snapped in 2. me: "Earthworm!, meet your new friend, worm, also known as, Your ass." I had strange dreams. In one I was running and hiding from my dad. In the next, I wanted to bring 2 friends here to show them our house but it was completely overrun with homosexual boy scouts. There were 10 or so laying in a heap on the couch, sleeping. When I went into the bathroom there were 2 more, one on his knees. He shoved me around and told me to watch, wouldn't let me out. I screamed for my dad. The modest mouse concert was raw and lovely. I enjoyed it very much. I'm not sure if it was my own mind creating the idea or what but it seemed the slightest bit, hmm..I don't know the word. It seemed pre-packaged. That's not an adequate description. Perhaps it's the fact that I know they're on tour and so I'm sure our concert blended in with the one the next day in st. louis, then iowa, then nebraska, wherever. You know, every girl wants to feel special, like she's the one. They really banged out a great show but do you see what I mean? After he got home from work we hung around home for a bit. I always feel like he probably needs to "decompress" a bit after work. His stomach was feeling ick so he wasn't keen on getting dinner. We finally left and I stopped and got something quick to put into my belly. We drove to the Uptown Theater, a mere 10 minutes away.. For some reason it always seems like it's going to be further? We parked on the roof of the shopping center along with about 4 other cars and I wondered where everyone was. The line wasn't that long. We were in line by 6:15. I felt old in that line. Behind us were 2 nice, quiet guys. Behind them were some raucous assholes. I'm all about having a good time but what the hell? Some people really do crave attention desperately. The ring-leader of this group was tall and so incredibly loud. Here we are, standing in close proximity to one another all the way down the sidewalk. His friends are no more than 6 inches away from him, yet still he feels the need to scream every stupidass thing he's talking about. He was just positive that he was fucking hilarious. Unfortunately, he wasn't. I probably wouldn't have minded his unnecessarily LOUD-AS-HELL voice if he was funny. On top of that, he kept yelling about how the doors were supposed to open at 6:30. Everything I read said they opened at 7. By 7 I was feeling rather cold. I'm not sure when the doors actually did open because I don't wear a watch but I know it wasn't 7. I also know the first band didn't take the stage at 7:30 as scheduled. We devised a strategy while at home (dorks!) and stuck with that once inside. We headed straight for the balcony and had cozy seats in the corner on the front row of the balcony. I love being close but it was great to see everything, albeit from further away, and simultaneously be comfortable. I have a bad habit of eavesdropping and that night was no different. The high school couple behind us chatted about pot and her desire for them to get married at The Uptown. He insisted they were not getting married and she insisted that yes indeed, they were. They battled over some high score on a game on her cell phone. My husband wondered later why so many damn people were completely surrounded by friends and screaming on the phone to others. Ugh. Off the topic, is it ok to cut in line? Am I naive? Tell me. I watched loads of people show up at the last minute, even as we were walking in, then just hop in line with their friends that had been standing in line forever. Is that ok? Am I a party-crashing old hag? I realize it's very possible, I just want to know. Anyway, Cass McCombs, I absolutely could not get into. I found myself zoning out completely and then returning to reality only to realize they were still playing. They played much too long. After waiting a few months for the stage to be ready again, Mason Jennings took the stage. I really enjoyed him and the 2 other guys with him. I swooned when he played the harmonica. I'm a total sucker for harmonica. After several more months of waiting for the stage to be prepped, we then waited months longer until modest mouse actually took the stage. At one point in the wait someone announced that it was 10:10, so I'm guessing they were on stage by 10:30 or so. Modest Mouse made me smile. I got butterflies as soon as they started to play. How could one not be ready to scream along.."done, done, done with all the fuck, fuck, fuckin' around!!" A couple of times I just closed my eyes and rolled my head back to soak it all in. They were worth the wait. I'll post a couple pictures. They'll be far away but why not? The place cleared out pretty quickly. We drove through Westport to turn around then made our way home. My poor husband only got a few hours sleep and the next morning I was kickin' him outta bed to go make Mama some money. In other news, I'm really looking forward to Saturday. Don't quote me but last I heard it's supposed to be a sunny 57 degrees. I want to go hang out with trees and a lake somewhere with a trail to accompany. It sounds nice. My brain needs some centering. It's hung up on all the rejection letters it's been receiving. They all begin like this, "Thank you for your interest in our Physics Engineering position with NASA. Unfortunately, at this time, we have determined that you suck major ass. Thank you. love, NASA. xoxo"