Wednesday, September 24, 2003 Titleist
I am no good at thinking up titles. My novel was called something like "please pass this as a thesis only if extremely intoxicated."
Today we went to the shoting range and poked around. Highlight:The pro-gun posters. Also, Tuesday is ladies' day. I've never participated in any sort of "ladies'" ocasion in the past, and I doubt I'll start, but it's nice to know that, should work ever again stiff me on hours for a week at a time, I can fill the void by shooting without paying a range fee.
Lowlight: Guns, and gun people, and their unstylish jeans and bad haircuts and their dead, dead eyes.
I feel somewhat adventurous for investigating a business I've driven by many, many times on one of Richmond's ugliest, tackiest roads, but mainly I'm just pleased that I've put an entire river between my appartment and the part of town that has all the gun stores and strip clubs.
Then it was time for work. The less said...
Afterwards, the mate and I and someone who may actually be developing as a work friend(!) went and poked around a rock show. Work friend left early to catch a bus, and so he was spared the terrible synth pop band that played for 45 minutes in the middle of what might have been an amusing night. Two well-scrubbed young men in schleppy but trendy outfits flailed around in intentionally kitschy ways, and while the music was terrible, I wished I was a talent scout for a major jeans company, because I would have signed them in a second.
Later, the band mate was really excited about seeing seemd to have tried to drown out the synth pop act by drinkin', so they could barely stand up, let alone play rock and roll. We left after their second attempt at a song.
This is what happens when we go out. In the future, I think we should stay in our home with the door locked and watch cable, because that's what cable's there for.
posted by Frenz | 9/24/2003 04:01:00 AM
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