post dinner party

to do a first blog in a drunken haze is something i'll probably live to regret. but seeing as i'm in a state of flux where nothing much is happening, i have nothing much to report.
(is this blog just to you guys or to the world at large?)

so i just got back from dinner at a friend's place, and met up with someone i've met many times before. but tonight felt very different.
for a start, we were both now single.
we caught up. talked about our lives, past loves, present thoughts, future plans.
she played with her hair.
i watched her eyes.
we held each others gaze for ever so much longer than necessary.
we held hands.
and i pushed away the strands of hair from her eyes.
and she watched my lips as i spoke.

but she's 'maybe seeing someone new'.
and i'm 'maybe not ready for anything new'.

and now i'm home.
and she's in bed.. elsewhere.
bollocks.

Mary Chapin Carpenter concert rant

Sometimes I wonder why I even bother going to concerts. The artists never play the song I want (Joan Baez - Farewell Angelina, Rush - Subdivisions, PPM - In the early morning rain). I bet Knopfler will not play "Hand in hand" or "Silvertown" in his 2005 tour.  Not my fault if I always like the offbeat numbers.I wanted to hear Ms. Carpenter play "John Doe #24"...never happened. I even screamed out the name of the song during a moment of silence in between songs. Mary never heard me, but I did get dirty looks from the rows near where I was sitting. One lady behind me mumbled, "She never did that song". Challenged her to a $20 bet. For some reason she thought I was rude. Her husband asked her to put up or shut up. She promptly stalked out of the theater. The husband whom I think was fat wanted more space and boy did he get it.

BTW, I was at this concert alone. Thanks to my friend Sambar42, who decided that he needed to swing a sharp sword at other peoples throat rather than listen to music. "You know, pa, these days youngsters have no culture. All kattans". Yes, yes, he is a ninja for hire.  But thanks to him I had ample space for my wide bottom. The lights went out and as I was settling in, I saw two women being ushered into the seats next to mine. One resembled a babe like shape in the dim torchlight of the usher. I then proceeded to try and check  her out in the dull light provided by the exit sign. WTF, I see hair on arms. Hair on face. I then said "Oh shite" in my mind just like Suresh Gopi in Commissioner. So I immediately tell her "Madam, please use this seat to keep your coat, your purse and your razor" and I jump to next one.
 
The concert after this was brilliant, if you can ignore the idiot who showed up to open for her. Some dick head who thought he was God's gift to Nashville. Oh Mary, what happened to your anti-Nashville stand. Thank god she played "Stones in the road". Brought back high school memories and of the movie "Bye, bye love". Randy Quaid's "destroying the porch" scene is just classic. Very much along the lines of Pacino in Heat...."You can sit on my couch, sleep with my wife but you can't watch my f***king TV". To my surprise she even belted out "The bug" which to date I thought was a Dire Straits song. Looks like it is an age old country hit. She had me mesmerized for the rest of the concert. I think her new album is a must buy. Sound like it will be as folksy as her '94 album. 
 
I never know how to end stuff, (which is why I prefer programming as you can always end with a } and never go wrong) . With that folks, I am signing off from my first blog.