Practice Makes Perfect

The weather report calls for snow tonight! Yay! Of course, I'll believe it when I see it. The experts around here like to get our hopes up, and then see them dashed when not a flake falls from the sky.

How was Thanksgiving dinner at Palisade? Very, very delicious. Thanks for asking. I scoped out the menu online ahead of time, so I already had a cocktail (raspberry mojito), salad (blue cheese & pear), a few entree options (went with prawns) and dessert (chocolate sampler, please) in mind. It was a great night in fantastic company, and I thoroughly enjoyed myself. The only part that felt weird was not having the traditional Thanksgiving fare at all over the long weekend. Oh well. There's always Christmas with the fam for that.

The fun never stops, people. While waiting for The Long Winters show to start Friday night, Em and I decided to check out the merch table. Once there, she asked me which of the CDs I owned, and I pointed to the Ultimatum EP and said, "That one." The guy working behind the table asked me if I like it, and I responded that yes, I do, but I really like the song Ultimatum. I didn't stop there. I went even further to offer that, in fact, I am "a little bit obsessed with it, actually." I didn't recognize him initially (not very familiar with this band), but in the middle of uncooly sharing my attachment to the song, I came to the uncomfortable realization that I was telling this to the lead man, John Roderick. To make matters worse, I also remembered that I had barely enough cash in my wallet to buy a soda, let alone any merchandise, so I was going to have to escape without making a purchase. Awkward.

Let the nervous energy take over. I turned to Em and muttered, "Well, I think I'm going to have to buy these (CDs) at the store. Let's go." Then I tossed out a "See ya!" in the general direction of the table and bolted. Smooth. Why is it that at home I can picture myself poised, witty, and charming in situations like that, but in reality I end up feeling like a heel?

I know it's not a big deal, and he probably thought nothing of it. Worst case, he figured I was an odd fan (not potential stalker, I hope), and at best, he was flattered. Em said he seemed pleased--such a good friend--so I'm going to choose to believe that. We couldn't help laughing about the whole thing shortly after. Really must avoid talking to rock star types until I master inner poise. Ha! Uncomf incident aside, the show was really good and lots of fun. I recommend checking them out when they play in your neighborhood.

It's late and still no snow. We shall see.