At the Mountain Goats show last night I got my toes squashed by two seven foot tall goons who pushed their way to the front through the completely peaceful and blissed out crowd. I yelled, “You are terrible people!” but they ignored me. (The whole interaction sort of reminded me of Republicans and Democrats, me being the feeble Democrats.) I believe they tried to start a mosh pit. Later on they got ejected by the squat and burly bouncers and, as I watched them get manhandled, I clapped delightedly. “I do so love a good fight,” I said. Terrible, right? I’d had some wine.
Busy beyond belief till next week with work at the day job, and at WORD, and also I have to finish an article. So see you then, imaginary internet friends!
