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So I might be actually doing something with myself non-coffeehouse related tonight. I was at the Willow House last night when one of the baristas handed me a flyer for a show (featuring bands with names like "Andrew Jackson Jihad") and told me that I was absolutely going. I balked a bit, at which point Cute!Barista turned around and explained that my lame excuses did not work and that I would be attending this show.
I should explain Cute!Barista. Cute!Barista is a really awesome Willow House employee who I flirt with incessantly and who flirts back, also incessantly. She's very cool, likes horror movies, and is originally from Iowa. She's about the only flirtation I allow, since it falls under the "Barista Will Not Date You" clause of the social coffeehouse contract, so I'm not in any fear of breaking my no-dating vow, which is running through to at least December 1st.
I did, however, make an ass of myself at that point and asked her if she was going, with the right amount of inflection that indicated that this was the deal-breaker. She deadpanned that she would, in fact, be there in a monkey costume doing a belly-dance. I can't tell if she was joking but I sure hope not. That is the hottest thing ever.
I'm still sort of back and forth about whether I'm actually going or not. I have this whole problem with large crowds. At 6'7", I always have the feeling that I'm sticking out, that everything I'm doing is being magnified. Being around that many people tends to make me extremely self-conscious. On the other hand, I've been looking to see a gig, so to speak, for ages.
We shall see.
I should explain Cute!Barista. Cute!Barista is a really awesome Willow House employee who I flirt with incessantly and who flirts back, also incessantly. She's very cool, likes horror movies, and is originally from Iowa. She's about the only flirtation I allow, since it falls under the "Barista Will Not Date You" clause of the social coffeehouse contract, so I'm not in any fear of breaking my no-dating vow, which is running through to at least December 1st.
I did, however, make an ass of myself at that point and asked her if she was going, with the right amount of inflection that indicated that this was the deal-breaker. She deadpanned that she would, in fact, be there in a monkey costume doing a belly-dance. I can't tell if she was joking but I sure hope not. That is the hottest thing ever.
I'm still sort of back and forth about whether I'm actually going or not. I have this whole problem with large crowds. At 6'7", I always have the feeling that I'm sticking out, that everything I'm doing is being magnified. Being around that many people tends to make me extremely self-conscious. On the other hand, I've been looking to see a gig, so to speak, for ages.
We shall see.
