lets be friends

2009-08-29 10:45 p.m.

First and foremost, Noel Gallagher has left Oasis. I know they fight all the time and they're probably going to get back together and make music for another 19 years, but in the moment, I'm saddened. Someone kick a hole in the sky so the heavens can cry over me.

I told Lenine at the Animal Shelter Benefit show we went to last night, and she shared in my misery.

We were there to support Anton, Sean, Carlos and Danny, who were all playing. I wasn't happy about having to pay $5 - I've seen Anton enough times, and for free. Friends and puppies though, how could I say no? Julie and I stayed for those two sets, and then two others before leaving for the Lovemakers show downtown.

Earlier in the week, I convinced Julie to go with me to the Lovemakers show at the Blank Club. She was to act as my wingman/pusher. My summer project has been a certain drummer boy we'll call Rumpa, and Julie's job was to make sure I accomplish something/anything. We glimpsed Rumpa outside the club as we drove around looking for parking, and I immediately panicked. Mercifully, we didn't see him on our way in or at the bar.

His band opened, and it wasn't my jam, to put it kindly. The drumming was top notch, though, hah. After their set, Julie and I went outside to discuss whether or not we should leave for another club during the second band and get back in time for the Lovemakers. I was starting to feel the effects of a terribly potent Tokyo Tea, and in this time Julie failed to stop me from calling and verbally harassing first Little Chu, then Julian. To my small credit, they both know who when I said "it's Cat". I demanded that one of them get us into Outsidelands for free on Sunday, but both said they couldn't. I might have lost it and threatened them in a variety of ways. Nothing serious though, but I'm sure they sorely regretted picking up the phone.

I was in the middle of one of the two violent conversations when Rumpa walked by and said "hi". In top wingman form, Julie grabbed the phone from me and indicated that I should talk to Rumpa while she handled Little Chu or Julian.

Rumpa was surprisingly easy and pleasant to talk to. I actually restrained most of my humiliating characteristics and wasn't terribly awkward. I also only yelled at him once or twice - ordinarily my idea of flirting is attacking, see: MBL.

Incredibly, he kept coming back to talk to me, and even invited us to hang out after the show. I legitimately got his number this time! Though, I had to do some quick moving to delete his name, else he'd see and wonder why/how I already had his number. They didn't care much for the Lovemakers and left after two songs. Julie and I stayed for the whole set, then called him to see where they were at. We didn't end up doing much, just sat in a dorm room chatting, but it was sincerely fun and little things kept coming up to make me lightly swoon.

We have enough in common (sci-fi movie geekouts) but also enough contradictions (he's never heard Oasis, doesn't want to see G-Force; I've never heard Stray Cats and preferred the second Matrix to the first) to keep it interesting. There's probably next to zero chance of anything further developing, but you can't say I didn't try. Whatever happens, last night I dreamt somebody [liked] me.

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