Small Town

So, I ended up going to see Tapes n' Tapes last night.  And, per usual, I went alone to the show.  However, I realized again what a small town this is since I end up seeing the same usual suspects there.  I think there were at least seven people I know by name and another handful that I know by sight; and one dude I know by smell....take a bath, dude, those dreads are nasty. 

But the one thing I do like about this town is that there isn't the indie-rock posturing that infected Detroit when I lived near there.....if you said you didn't know a band, here their happy to tell you about them rather than puking on you in disgust (I do realize that I should have used a contraction for "they're" instead of "their" but it seemed so difficult to do at the time, I'm over it now) ( I also realize that puking in disgust seems to be a common reaction for those around me, weird).  Anyway, it was a really fun show and I got to talk to a bunch of people I see only on the rare occasion that I drag my ass to a show. 

I also went out this morning because the sunrise looked pretty cool.  And I saw the hugest fishes out there.  B told me they were there, but I didn't think they were as big as he said.  One of them even tried to swallow my leg.  That's a lie, I just didn't know how to end that paragraph. Anyway, I'm supposed to be doing work, hope everyone has a good day.