Friday, June 10, 2005
The Pixies
Erin had free tickets to see the Pixies last night, so the two of us went.
It rocked.
The opening band was as bad as the pixies were good.
Drinks were over priced, but still, I owed Erin since she got me Pizza, so we had a few on me.
And the oddest thing of all...I ran into a friend who had cut me out of their life: Because I bitched about them in an earlier blog post (and apologized). I met the boyfriend and heard the story about how she broke her foot. I kept wanting to say, "The last time I called you, you answered just so you could hang up. Why are you pretending to care now?"
But I didn't say it. Later, right before the Pixies played Gigantic, Erin caught me doing that same shit-eating-grin and thumbs up that I displayed during our little chat. She jabbed me in the side and siad, "Be nice to her. She was nice to you."
And that was that.
It rocked.
The opening band was as bad as the pixies were good.
Drinks were over priced, but still, I owed Erin since she got me Pizza, so we had a few on me.
And the oddest thing of all...I ran into a friend who had cut me out of their life: Because I bitched about them in an earlier blog post (and apologized). I met the boyfriend and heard the story about how she broke her foot. I kept wanting to say, "The last time I called you, you answered just so you could hang up. Why are you pretending to care now?"
But I didn't say it. Later, right before the Pixies played Gigantic, Erin caught me doing that same shit-eating-grin and thumbs up that I displayed during our little chat. She jabbed me in the side and siad, "Be nice to her. She was nice to you."
And that was that.
