Went out to dinner with Spira last night, but we didn't end up going to the show because the band had their set pushed back to much later in the evening and neither of us was up for a late night. And since the band plays out constantly, we figured we'd be able to see them another time.
So we went to Bertucci's at Alewife and had a nice meal. We talked about the pros and cons of online dating, goal setting, and the inherent dangers of living in a quick fix society. I've never really spoken to her about "her"---well, once I did a while back, but that's a story for another time--and I didn't use this occasion to delve into the subject. No, I'm going this one alone.I also asked her if, out of all of our friends, she could name anyone besides her and me who believes 9/11 was an inside job. She had her ideas, thought one or two people we know believed it, but wasn't sure. After discussing it for a bit, we couldn't think of one person that we knew for sure found the official 9/11 conspiracy theory suspect. As it stands, the jury's still out regarding some of our friends, but others have made it known explicitly or implicity clear that they think anyone who believes it was an inside job is delusional. Sadly, though, given the vast amount of solid evidence against the official story, it would appear that they are the ones who are delusional. I don't say that with venom, or out of a sense of superiority. It's not a pleasant thing believing that elements within one's own government would perpetrate such a heinous crime---and I can understand why anyone would find it hard to swallow--- but unfortunately, the evidence that this is precisely what happened can not be ignored.
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I had an amazingly long dream last night. I was playing a show with Sean and Luke Warm at some college. We played in an auditorium to a full house. The first set was Sean's, with me on bass and Luke Warm on drums. We played a full set and the songs played out in real time, or at least seemed to (I told you the dream was long).
When that set was through, I got up to play mine. I was eager to play, but I couldn't get the mic stand to stay put. Just as the crowd was getting restless, one of the stage hands came over and fixed it. I began to play and I played well. About halfway through my set, the crowd began to get rowdy. It seemed that a guy with an acoustic, unless he was Jack Johnson or Dave Matthews, wasn't the right fit for this crowd. Between songs, some dork in the audience started heckling me. I forget what he said, but he sounded like that character from the Simpsons with the puberty-cracked voice. I wasn't swayed by his lame comments and waited for the crowd noise to settle down before I annhilated him with a verbal assault. However, my comeback was completely lame---I went after him the Simpson's character similiarity, but no one knew who I was talking about---and people started walking out. I played a few more songs and, just like before, I played well. In fact, I played real well. It didn't matter, though, because the place was nearly empty by the time I completed my last song.
Well, I hope I got payed well for my services.
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The Office is on tonight and I'm going to see if Amanda is up for watching it with me. So far, this season has lived up to the grandeur of the previous three.
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Great Celtics game last night. I'm still in awe at how much the team has changed, for the better, over the course of a few months. It's going to be a fun season.
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