sightings

Friday was a pretty packed day for sightings, though it may involve an editorial blurring-of-memories on my part. I would rather have one day jam-packed with sightings like this than having them spread over two days.

But what's really important in this drawn-out introduction is WHO exactly was sighted. At Bauhaus, while killing time before my afterwork matinee, I saw not one, BUT TWO of the boys from The Girls. Which is confusing, but suffice to say, The Girls are an ultra-hot Seattle band that put on a hysterical, fun live show. The are also all boys. Oh, irony. Teehee!

Shortly after (or perhaps days later, who can really say?) I saw two familiar Montanans in a row. The first was the most beautiful man ever to attend my high school, a man whose name (Tosten) left him destined for a life of snowboarding and writing poetry designed to get him (MORE) pussy. He has these high-beam blue eyes that are truly a thing of beauty to behold. I can't believe I recognized him, mainly because it bothers me that he has gotten even more beautiful in the five-ish years since I have seen him. Bastard!

Mere seconds later, I saw this gangly fellow who fronts for some terribly uninspired Missoula band. He is a really nice fellow, but his band sucks and he has a really weird facial tick. Heart of gold, though. Seriously. Just not me.

On the subject of hearts, my post-work matinee was Before Sunset. Which I have already seen. And apparently I'm up emotional instability creek (prozac-free, natch) these days, because I cried. Not sobbing, just physical release of liquid from eyes. I arrive at this conclusion because the first time I saw the movie I didn't cry. And because I just don't cry. The only time I've ever really cried/sobbed in my adult life, I was so fucking strung out, OF COURSE I CRIED!

Why is this important? It isn't. Just sharing. Before Sunset really is a fucking great movie, though. I recommend it especially if you are obsessed with the first (as all people should be) with a special endorsement for the emotionally unhealthy! Yay!

It is now six days until I leave Seattle. Thank. Fucking. God.

I did recently convert to obsessive love for Easy Street Records. Saturday found me treating myself to an early Xmas on mum's credit card with The Decemberists, The Veils and AC Newman CDS. I was, for a few brief shining moments, as happy as a little girl. And for now, remain so when I am still listening to them.

I think when I go back to the house I will not leave it again tonight. I will not go to the gym, nor explore the rotten wasteland that is Federal Way. I will bury myself deep in A Storm of Swords, and who knows when I'll come out of it.