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Indigo Guy
My heterosexuality took another beating last night, as I found myself at an Indigo Girls concert.
Let me clarify, I don't mean I "found myself" like in a religious fashion, I mean I found myself there in the way you find yourself in a roller rink on a Thursday night wondering how the hell it happened.
I know explaining the reason is an exercise in futility, you've made up your mind about me, but here goes. I went drinking after work. I was driving home. (Wow, only in re-reading this entry did I realize how bad that sounds). My friend Megan called with an extra free ticket. I was buzzed and didn't feel like sitting in my apartment alone. I went. You can understand that, right?
Right?
I should also say that I kind of enjoyed the Indigo Girls. I'd never buy a CD, (do they come with Birkenstocks?), but I recall my father having one of their cassettes (which only now strikes me as odd), and I thought their lesbotronic harmonies were pleasing to the ear and stirring to the soul. Hell, they're cool enough to have gotten a shout-out on The Office a few weeks back, in that episode's funniest moment, when Jim and Andy sang "Closer to Fine." Anyway, an entertaining enough way to spend an evening.
It should be noted that (next to Megan) I was probably the prettiest gal in the audience.
It did kind of warm my heart to see all of these middle-aged butch lesbians holding each other and swaying to the music. With all the problems men and women have relating to one another, I'm amazed more people don't just chuck it and go that route. In the woman's case, you can let yourself go physically and have what I would imagine is a much more intimate, caring, understanding relationship. In the guy's case, you get rampant sex without having to deal with all the talking, listening, and learning I refer to as "filler."
Plus you don't have to pay every time you go out. How does that work, gay readers? When you go on a date, is it always dutch treat? And if it isn't, shouldn't it be, since you're free from the shackles of antiquated institutions?
Sorry, just got a word of the day calendar.
I know I'm a cheap bastard, but one of my least favorite parts of dating is the paying. I think most women and men at this age make roughly the same amount of money. What some girls forget is that you're not just paying for her, you're paying for two meals you wouldn't have had anything to do with before the whole thing started. When you're single, you're not eating at fancy restaurants and ordering carafes of wine on a Tuesday, you're sitting at home with a box of Cinnamon Toast Crunch and the internet. And at least in that scenario, you're guaranteed sexual gratification. I'm sorry, I'm veering into Andrew Dice Clay territory here, I should change the subject.
Let's talk where this blog is headed. First, posting has been more sporadic than usual because I am crafting a "100 Favorite Movies" list that will probably drop closer to Christmas. I'm excited about it, but it's causing me even more strife than the song list. I still look at my song list and wince, noticing favorites I left off and wishing I could remove others. Oh well. I guess making a list is sort of like making a child, at some point, you just have to realize it's fucked up and send it out into the world to fail.
In addition, and I think this will make some people VERY happy, I have fixed some site problems and tomorrow should see the return of one of your favorite features. I'll let it be a surprise.
Also, tomorrow I will post the blog-city help desk's shockingly rude response to my help request. It was so deliciously snarky that instead of upsetting me, it made me love blog-city all the more. Cheers.
Well, you can't spell "lesbian" without "Ian."
It's ok pat everytime I hear Lisa Lobe "Stay" I get a little too much into
it...its something Melanie has been questioning me on lately.
Dale,
Not to be the liberal downer again, but the comment that women make as much
as men is just not right. Women on average make just over 75% of what men
make in the same position. In other words, if a man is payed a salary of
100,000/year for a job, then women in the same position make on average
just over 75,000.
The first thing Megan said to me when I talked to her this morning was "Pat
came to an Indigo Girls concet with me last night!". She knows I enjoy
those little tidbits about you... haha!! Good call on the movie list, my
netfliz queue is WEAK.
Spam,
HOOOH! Lisa Loeb's "Stay" is definitely awesome, I remember being what,
12? and seeing REALITY BITES and the video for it was on the end of the
tape and I was like MY GOD I'M IN LOVE. My friend was all "maybe if she
didn't have those glasses..." but I was like "shut up, you homo."
first off, i love the indigo girls. yeah, i'm a girl, so i guess that makes
sense, but i love that shit.
I have to chime in here and share my thoughts on The Best Little Whorehouse
in Texas. This movie was a severe letdown to me as a child. When I was 10
years old, my parents rented this movie and I plotted like mad to figure
out a way to get the house to myself so I could watch this
sure-to-be-pornarific masterpiece. Well, I got my wish due to my brother
and sister needing to be picked up from a cross country meet. I popped in
the video, pre-teen hormones raging, and what I saw was NOT attractive to
me at all. There was singing and dancing and Burt Reynolds. Sure, there
was some skin being shown, but for whatever reason, it just was not doing
it for me. To make matters worse, my parents came home and "caught me"
watching this movie. But the worst part was that they didn't care! They
sat down and watched the rest of the movie with me.