2003-03-04 / 3:53 p.m.

(skip to my lou, my darling)

K and I are in a coastal town. I meet an indie rock boy who flirts with me. I think he’s trying to invite me to see his band play. I leave the book store where he works and head back to the place K and I are staying. Suddenly someone comes and grabs me from behind – but not violently. It’s one of those grab-you-from-behind-jump-and-hug things. It’s the indie rock boy’s friend. He invites us to the show as well.

K and I show up to the gig – it’s in a huge, grungier-than-thou warehouse type space. The seats are arranged stadium-style with the stage down below. I see the indie rock boy sitting a few rows ahead (has his band already played?) and my heart does a little skip-to-my-lou. An all-girl band is playing on the stage. When I wake up I’m still humming their melody.

last night ... tonight