Oh how quickly she returns after tasting the sweetness out of the nursery for the first time... last week i had the pleasure of attending an elbow/doves appearence in the fine city of minneapolis, minnesota, usa. eagerly anticipating the event, i arrived early as some novice to concerts would (which i promise, i am far from). much to my disappointment, those in charge at this get together failed to recognize me (as i am unmistakeable with my brown hair, 5'9 frame, and glasses) and forced me to wait in line with the casual music listeners. scoff. i muttered that they would feel rather embarrassed when someone whispered my status to them. arriving to a show solo tends to generate some buzz; i think that it makes others uncomfortable to think it possible for one to feel entirely entertained standing alone. the reaction to such an event breeds two results: 1. people will push/shove away from the individual in fear that the "loneliness" will spread; and 2. they feel responsible to awaken the individual to her obvious state of loneliness and will save her by asking her ridiculous questions such as "so...are these guys any good?" well, of course you fool, i did, afterall, buy a ticket unlike yourself who won your pass accidentally while trying to score tics to a disturbed performance. and so, i was left alone again. (the bands were nice, but this is not part of the story.) for the doves performance, i elected to view from the back. i spotted a boy sulking next to a pole and was instantly drawn to him. he was a prime example "eye candy" and was "all that and a bag of peanuts." i casually arranged to be plastered next to him as the crowd surged. i resisted the urge to run my hands through the mop of auburn curls and instead whispered in his ear, "i must insist that you tell me whether you are sullen or simply bored." "tired" he replied. never was such a word uttered by a more beautiful creature! i had been proven wrong: love, it exists and will be mine to own. so i did what was only natural: i casually rested my fingertips on his knee and slowly slithered them up his thigh. okay, so i didn't really do that, but in my mind i did and it was great. as the doves section came to a close (they were great, tight) the inevitable decision had to be made: should i choose to casually walk out with the boy of my dreams or rescue my petite bladder in the women's restroom. alas, the bladder soundly defeated true love yet again. that's all right, he probably doesn't like belle & sebastian anyhow. whispers of goodness, jillianne ps. i have no quote but will research one for your enjoyment for my much unanticipated next post. _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister@missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo@missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+