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Strangelove
May. 1st, 2014 08:28 pmTuesday night, I went to Headliners for a Moth Radio Hour storytelling event, a story slam. As noted in the previous entry, I wasn't especially looking forward to it, but the company promised to be good, so I went. There were ten storytellers, some okay, some really good, and some just terrible. The better stories (and storytellers) were in the second half of the slam - and they were legitimately better, this wasn't brought on by the drinks I had over the course of the evening. All in all, it was okay, but not something I'll seek out again without some serious fringe benefits involved.
I was still in something of an odd mood, leftovers from last week's weirdness. And is the way of such things, my behavior swings around - and I often don't feel like making small talk. That happened during the slam, and continued on when we went to the Back Door later on. So, my date responded by trying to fill all of the time I wasn't talking with her own concerns (including going over for the Nth time the particulars of her relationship with a buddy of mine) or trying to get me to be chatty or, worst of all, telling me how she'll help me decorate my new place when I finally get moved to Louisville. That rather pissed me off.
I just had too much on my mind to really enjoy the evening, and even with the drinks, I was pretty damned consumed with other things. The more Jen tried to get me to be someone I wasn't that evening, the more I wanted to be with someone else instead. When we finally called it a night, I fueled up the Focus and drove around Louisville for a while before turning towards Lexington around 1:30. Not a terrible night, but it was a strange one, at least from inside my head.
Last night was Ben's going away party. More than made up for Tuesday night. I'm looking forward to moving to Louisville and starting school and all that will come with it, but I am sure going to miss my Lexington friends.
I was still in something of an odd mood, leftovers from last week's weirdness. And is the way of such things, my behavior swings around - and I often don't feel like making small talk. That happened during the slam, and continued on when we went to the Back Door later on. So, my date responded by trying to fill all of the time I wasn't talking with her own concerns (including going over for the Nth time the particulars of her relationship with a buddy of mine) or trying to get me to be chatty or, worst of all, telling me how she'll help me decorate my new place when I finally get moved to Louisville. That rather pissed me off.
I just had too much on my mind to really enjoy the evening, and even with the drinks, I was pretty damned consumed with other things. The more Jen tried to get me to be someone I wasn't that evening, the more I wanted to be with someone else instead. When we finally called it a night, I fueled up the Focus and drove around Louisville for a while before turning towards Lexington around 1:30. Not a terrible night, but it was a strange one, at least from inside my head.
Last night was Ben's going away party. More than made up for Tuesday night. I'm looking forward to moving to Louisville and starting school and all that will come with it, but I am sure going to miss my Lexington friends.
