it’s not really an island
A while back, Mike asked me if I’d be his alternate Modest Mouse second ticket buyer, because – actually, I don’t remember. I’m not sure if he had someone was not sure if they could go, or he just wanted to be assured he wouldn’t go alone, or what. I said yes and forget about it two minutes later. This is an essential key in dealing with me; if you do not see me mark down that I’m doing something on a certain date, you’ve got a 30% chance of me remembering. Sorry.
Today, he TXT me, checking if I wanted to go to the show on Tuesday. Sadly, I could no longer, because Sunday I agreed to, uh, drive 9 hours thru some of the most boring parts of this fine country. (It made sense at time and in the right context – though I haven’t found that context quit yet.) It’s not completely my fault; it was supposed to be a Wednesday trip, but reservations were erroneously made for a Tuesday trip, so that’s day it’s going to be. Still feel bad about not living up to my duty as alternative ticket buyer (though Mike had already told me he was ditching me for work today, so how bad should I feel?), and plus I wouldn’t mind seeing Modest Mouse.
Anyway, I’m killing time and reading the Trib, wondering if Corgan paid for any insane advertisements today, when I read a story about the new nature park on the land which used to be Meigs Field (now just known as Northerly Island, despite not being one), as well as the new (and supposedly temporary) amphitheatre. Sounds like a interesting place to check out – if end up going to the city really early on Saturday and feel like going way out of my way, I might see it. I was also wondering if there were any concerts there I might want to see, and there sure was: Modest Mouse on Tuesday.
If you’re looking for me at the lucha show on Saturday, I’ll be the one with his head in my heads.
Speaking off, this Cubs game. UGH. I don’t know what’s wrong with Carlos these last three starts, but something is most definitely wrong.