ah, sense
it's no big secret to those who know me that reason and common sense rarely enter into my decisions. certainly there are times when it should (driving in one of the worst snowstorms of the year with record accumulations), but fuck it. i'm not going to limit myself to responsible thinking. where's the fun in that? besides, how will you know where your limits are until you push them? in the case of the snowstorm, see, that was my limit. i don't care how much a dig the person i'm seeing, i'm not driving for an hour on a road so snowcovered that there are no distinct lanes. i love him, but be serious.
tonight i was talking to Andrea and on the Pitchfork website they were talking about the upcoming Sasquatch! Music Festival in Washington state. This concert couldn't be better tailored for me if i picked the bands out myself. it's the whole last weekend of May, but the best day is Sunday. on the mainstage they have: Beck, Death Cab For Cutie, Queens of the Stone Age, Matisyahu, The Decemberists, Nada Surf, Pretty Girls Make Graves, Blue Scholars. i have no idea who Matisyahu or Blue Scholars are, but the rest are part of my current playlist. then to see them all in one day would be amazing...except Death Cab. i love Death Cab, but they fucking suck live. i saw them on SNL and had to turn it off. that shit was just hard to watch. anyway, so it's $40/ person and car. we could camp out and shit--the area is gorgeous--and just chill while listening to music.
so, i'm telling Andrea about all of this and she's getting excited. we were trying to work out how to swing this escapade. the most logical...well, my version of logic...way of doing this would be to fly out to Oregon and stay with my aunt in Eugene. hang out with her, make some smoothies, take a dip in the pool, hug a tree, and then drive up to George, WA. before we got too excited, i wanted to see how far the festival would be from Sloan's. we could get officially excited if the drive wasn't prohibitively far. man, that mutherfucker is a 6 hour drive. that's just too much damn work. i'd have to fly to St. Louis, drive to Columbia to pick Andrea up, fly out to Oregon, and then drive to WA. we'd stay for a weekend just to turn around and fly home. then i'd have to take her back home and then fly back out to the East coast my damn self. that seems like a whole lot of work for one, albeit incredible, concert.
see! i'm maturing. i'm recognizing when something is just good, ol' fashioned stupid. not only recognizing it, but rationally acting accordingly. although, i can't lie, i'm still really tempted. what can i say? old habits die hard. besides, one should only have two truly insane trips a year to keep life interesting. i already did the snow and next is Nepal. my quota's filled.
tonight i was talking to Andrea and on the Pitchfork website they were talking about the upcoming Sasquatch! Music Festival in Washington state. This concert couldn't be better tailored for me if i picked the bands out myself. it's the whole last weekend of May, but the best day is Sunday. on the mainstage they have: Beck, Death Cab For Cutie, Queens of the Stone Age, Matisyahu, The Decemberists, Nada Surf, Pretty Girls Make Graves, Blue Scholars. i have no idea who Matisyahu or Blue Scholars are, but the rest are part of my current playlist. then to see them all in one day would be amazing...except Death Cab. i love Death Cab, but they fucking suck live. i saw them on SNL and had to turn it off. that shit was just hard to watch. anyway, so it's $40/ person and car. we could camp out and shit--the area is gorgeous--and just chill while listening to music.
so, i'm telling Andrea about all of this and she's getting excited. we were trying to work out how to swing this escapade. the most logical...well, my version of logic...way of doing this would be to fly out to Oregon and stay with my aunt in Eugene. hang out with her, make some smoothies, take a dip in the pool, hug a tree, and then drive up to George, WA. before we got too excited, i wanted to see how far the festival would be from Sloan's. we could get officially excited if the drive wasn't prohibitively far. man, that mutherfucker is a 6 hour drive. that's just too much damn work. i'd have to fly to St. Louis, drive to Columbia to pick Andrea up, fly out to Oregon, and then drive to WA. we'd stay for a weekend just to turn around and fly home. then i'd have to take her back home and then fly back out to the East coast my damn self. that seems like a whole lot of work for one, albeit incredible, concert.
see! i'm maturing. i'm recognizing when something is just good, ol' fashioned stupid. not only recognizing it, but rationally acting accordingly. although, i can't lie, i'm still really tempted. what can i say? old habits die hard. besides, one should only have two truly insane trips a year to keep life interesting. i already did the snow and next is Nepal. my quota's filled.
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