Monday, February 09, 2004
grope rock
I proudly coined a new musical genre: grope rock. This occurs at rock shows when couples are swaying and jamming their hands in each other's pockets, belt loops and/or up the back of their shirts.
This happened at a Train show, where Nick was DJing at Cafe Du Nord for five, count 'em, five consecutive nights. Being his birthday on 2 of the nights (one, when his birthday commenced at midnight) and the other (ending at the following midnight) I had to represent.
An overheard conversation at the next table went something like this: "You are the first guy I've ever gone out with on match.com. I don't want to do anything more than once a month." And he said, "I'm not looking for anything serious." And she went into her diatribe, her list, her litany about how she doesn't want a child. Who asked?
This happened at a Train show, where Nick was DJing at Cafe Du Nord for five, count 'em, five consecutive nights. Being his birthday on 2 of the nights (one, when his birthday commenced at midnight) and the other (ending at the following midnight) I had to represent.
An overheard conversation at the next table went something like this: "You are the first guy I've ever gone out with on match.com. I don't want to do anything more than once a month." And he said, "I'm not looking for anything serious." And she went into her diatribe, her list, her litany about how she doesn't want a child. Who asked?
