The Adnostic

Kimi and I were at the Cinema Bar after just seeing Michael Wilcox and waiting for the Groovy Rednecks to take over. I'm sitting there somewhat amused at how many people greet Michael with the words, "I'm so glad you're not dead!" You have to really hit the brink for that to be the equivalent of "Hello."

Kimi looks around and says, "I think this is Mecca."

I look around at the male patronage, am confused, and reply, "This isn't Mecca. This is a sparse settlement on the way to Mecca."

After the Rednecks play we head over to house party only to find out that we had just missed Dave Alvin's set. Dammit. I don't know who had taken over, but he wasn't very good, had his shirt open to his navel, and although I am in favor of good manscaping, is waxing really necessary?

While Kimi and I are talking to some friends we turn back to the stage only to find the tallest man in the place standing directly in front of us with his VERY diminutive girlfriend.

Kimi: Where did he come from?

Me: I don't know, but the sex must be awkward.

I scan the crowd and find a lot more good-looking guys than at the bar, but they're all hanging out with their girlfriends and the only guys trying to catch my eye look old and homeless. Suddenly Mr. Manscape doesn't look half bad and that's when I know that it's time to leave. Exit before desperate are words to live by.