feelin’ guilty for not surfin’ on the butthole

if only i hadn’t gone grocery shopping tonight…

…i probably coulda relived some former glory. or, at the very least, had some fun with an old friend – ’cause clearly fate WANTED this to happen.

according to text time stamps i was only at a concert venue (which in ways i’d been to several times and in ways i’d never been to ever) for only EIGHT minutes and got exactly what i wanted accomplished. if i hadn’t had lean cuisines defrosting in the trunk i would have stayed a bit longer (and before you chastise me for sacrificing a fun night for ten bucks worth of frozen food, the carpet and aroma of the new bimmer was at stake as well, you realize…)

let me explain…

i had forgotten the butthole surfers were playing at the new “emo’s east” venue, which is essentially the old “back room” for all who know their austin spots. i got a text about it after i had left the gym, dinner & drinks, and grocery shopping – i wasn’t gonna bother, but i figured, “fuck it, it’s only five minutes away…” so i went by. from parking to happening upon gibby to walking back to the car was eight minutes. he offered tickets – i coulda probably gotten backstage passes, too. but i worked over thirty hours with low customer flow so i was mentally and physically fried…

…plus i had frozen food in the car. so fate got me to gibby, but circumstance dragged me away from the show. no biggie – have lots to focus on this week, so a good night’s sleep last night probably did me more good.

now, time to be productive…