the past few days (week?) have been a continuing lesson in let down. of course being sick all last week meant i had the enthusiasm of a slowly rotting cucumber, but that’s beside the point. damn near coughing up a lung is apparently not enough to prevent one’s hopes from being tentatively raised
…only to come crashing down in a giant, fiery heap of disappointment.
(can we say “dramatical”? i was totally being dramatical right there!)
anyway, plague aside, the weekend started with wishing the boy mucho good luck with his search for a suitable domicile & hoping the jetta would be down for the weekend. a thunderstorm & many unanswered phone calls later, things started looking somewhat grim. (also: the nyquil is a lying bitch and i hate it and hope it dies a bloody, horrible death of burning and flesh devouring beasties) that rolled into saturday hopefuls of a suprise jetta arrival — only to be rebuffed. distraction through obsessive cleaning, that oughta work, right?
or that ought to work fine until returning from the store and setting about cooking dinner only to find the apartment upstairs is leaking water into the freshly cleaned bathroom at an alarming rate — thus, bathroom not so fresh anymore. and maintenance phone calls were pathetically unhelpful. and since then i’ve spent a goodish portion of time wondering if the next time i come home i’ll find the upstairs neighbor’s bathroom crashed down into ours. it’s not a pretty thought. especially since my evil demon hellspawn of a kitten has taken to sleeping in the bathroom sink (which is revoltingly adorable, by the way).
sunday had been set aside specifically for a jetta visit, and i willed myself to some sort of respectable health in preparation. but alas, no jetta. no jetta and various mishaps — including the destruction of my bestest pair of sandals — led to the boy and i attempting to sit through batman begins. um, i highly do not recommend that movie. at least the boy had the aid of alcohol…that would’ve been nice. but seeing as i’m all kinds of diseased still, boozin’ it up doesn’t seem like the wisest idea right now — of course i’m entirely liable to change that idea.
now, this is not to say it was an awful weekend, it’s just…by the time today rolled around i was pretty much ready for the disappointment, or something. pessimism took hold & whatnot. and the biggest test was on the T ride home when i glimpsed the word “pixies” on the side of the paradise and the boy dragged me off the train for a closer look.
that’s right. the pixies. in boston — allston rock city, to be specific — playing a suprise show at the paradise. for only $10.
it is rumored i made various squealy noises. (there is no conclusive evidence)
it was surreal, and almost too good to be true. in fact, it is true. the pixies are in boston (they were apparently at a festival in RI this weekend) and they are playing at the paradise tonight (most likely are finishing up their set, or just getting fired up) and it is only $10. intimate venue for a dvd filming.
tickets went on sale today at noon. scooter had the day off and attempted to acquire some for us. however, too many odds against us and the brief glimpse of pixies possibility was squelched. a short-lived dream. i didn’t want to let myself get excited…but you know, of course i did.
i mean, it’s the pixies, yo.
i can console myself with the fact that scooter & i saw them in december and they rocked so hardcore. but it would’ve been nice if the boy could’ve seen them too. then again, in the light of day i didn’t really believe there was a chance we’d get to see them. but it was fun to consider for a bit.
and i totally shouldn’t dwell on the bad stuff that happens, or the disappointing things. i mean, things haven’t really been that monstrously awful. but i’m still hacking up stuff and it was hotter than a crotch out and about all i have the energy for these days is bitching. so…
yeah.