Todd Stadler's blog

Feeling down, downtown

Ah, well, it's better than last night. Quasi was to be playing at Berbati's, and in a strange fit of spontaneity and interpersonal gusto, I asked this girl at work if she wanted to go to the concert with me and my friends. If you knew what work was like, you'd know how rare it is for me to find a girl there my age, much less one I'd like to hang out with. Cursed engineering!

Anyhow, she joined us in our travails at the Brazen Bean and later at some sushi place. You'd think that between the martinis, sake, cute girl, and impending aural happiness, things would have been going swimmingly, but they were, in fact, going quite weirdly. Perhaps some people had had too much to drink. Perhaps people communicate differently. Something like that.

By the time we were at the concert and Quasi started playing, I had holed up in my own little world, completely focused on the music. Which was fine. Although Sam's antics at Quasi concerts have become somewhat predictable ("oh, look, he can't remember how another song goes and has become frustrated again"), they are for now still amusing, and the songs themselves are just good. Music is good. That's my theme.

So things tonight were confusing. I wish that wasn't also a theme of mine.