concerts- those have a way of letting you see
all the colors of the calendar now.

so how about changing a flat on the chicago freeway during rush hour in the rain and then you're already lost, and thenthen the spare is flat too but it isn't deflating it's just unused, and thenthenthen finally finding your curiosa fest at 8:00 (it had started at 5) and louie's friend carly who's riding with you says, "what are you so excited about? it's not like you're going anywhere...louis has your ticket." well, she disappears inside the gates and turns out louie and joe's car and their's and mine cure tickets too are 30 miles from south bend going absolutely THE WRONG WAY a little while ago. now they are coming up on gary.

it didn't look good, but then louie got in touch with my parent's cell i had on me and he was at the tweeter center in tinley park! so we were in there from 8:30 to close to midnight. missed mogwai (pronounced mogway) and rapture and muse canceled but YES WE DID SEE HEAR INTERPOL (well half the set) AND THE CURE. it went excellently. ran inside as interpol was playing NYC it was really really amazing but i guess it sounds like the album just not some crappy $15 speakers. had good seats with louie and told him he was there for a defining moment in my life ("i'm always there gowdy") when they played Just Like Heaven (fuckers didn't play Friday I'm in Love- tho i was surprised pleasantly that they played Close to Me). joe and carly were in the lawn and got chased by a banana. at the end of the show got lucky and ran into alyson from iu and her boyfriend whom i'm acquainted with from living at forest (sidenote: got home and concert-goer ellen'd called my house at 7 [sidesidenote: i'd lost her cell number]; about the time carly and i were still driving down archer thru little mexico chicago with no choice other to [are those words sequenced?]. carly had dragged off her cigarette in the car and i almost half-thought it a deserving time to have a smoke in light of this situation, but didn't because twentysomething angst doesn't deserve anyone's health- not mine no how!.) well enough's enough- dropping $20 on gas, toll booth charges, $65 ticket: going to chicago wasn't priceless but it was fun.

made good time back on 80 (HEAR THAT LOUIS! 80! GODDAM! not the chicago skyway) listened to the shins two times through dropped off carly and was in by 3. louie and joe hung back in the big city.

went in to work this morning and slept from noon till 3 in the breakroom and the truck; it rained and there was a funeral so those were excuses. most of the summer crew has quit so next week'll just be louie randall and i. aaand, i'm convinced the cemetery's superintendent "she's on weight watchers- watching her weight go up" kristi and bearded hick full-timer jim highland are having extra-marrital affairs. there've been some scandelous examples feeding our suspisions lately (like zack spotting them meeting each other at the alley oop's parking lot and he saying she has meetings and then meeting jim at gracelawn cemetery instead) and so today i spied on them on the field house's porch. the way she gazes at him as he struts up the main drive after putting up his truck; the "we're getting set up...for monday night bowling league" innuendos (haha and they dragged lonnie into being a teammate), the constant "do you think it'll be okay with your wife / husband?"; the way they stand over to the side of the porch to whisper since i'm there on the opposite bench trying to sleep, his references to how her husband is lame and her same indifference. i dunno it's funny. they are all about a 32-week bowling league together...

oh and louie asked a waitress on a date the other day- to which she said she would butbutbut her husband would mind, HOW ABOUT THAT!

white mud free way's last year's junk is a good listen. rjd2 is good for ambience. randall's happy for his 50 cds yours truly finally got him.

hitting up "the wonderbar" tonight! oh and i'm pissed because my favorite pair of shorts is missing.

--gowdy

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