Went to see The Pilot Light over at The Middle East nightclub tonight. I showed up at a quarter to nine, since they went on around nine-ish, and there was a line to get in. Someone asked me where the will-call ticketing booth was. The crowd was for The Anniversary, which went on at eleven thirty-ish. They had a southern kind of feel, like an ironic Skynyrd cover. The drummer had a mullet and a handlebar mustache. They went on at eleven thirty and amused me for all of twenty minutes, at which point I decided to take out my ear plugs and go home.
During the show, I was gratified to catch some guy in a Get Your War On shirt checking me out. Not as gratifying as it would have been had I managed to catch the eye of any of the well-coiffed indie-rock girls in the audience, who were for the most part way way way out of my league. Or undergraduates. Or both.
But hey, I take what I can get. It’s only Monday and it’s been a long week already, and hearing some loud music and drinking cheap whiskey from a plastic cup was just what I needed. It’s been a long night, too, and I’m sitting at home eating chocolate-covered almonds and hoping that this girl I know will come on AIM and talk to me, but that’s not likely to happen any before my battery runs out, figuratively or literally.
And so to bed.
Secretly Ironic 