so my roommate was listening to a mix cd, and it has broken social scene on it, and their song was pretty cool. so that’s that. anyhow last night I went to a work party with stephanie, and it was about what we expected… well it was a little better than i expected, so whatever. a few good jokes, we talked about oregon trail, the old video game. those were the days.

then we went to gunther murphy’s to see the its. thats where slingshot dakota played. There is a slingshot sticker on the toilet paper thing. neat. the its were pretty good- i am going to see them again tonight at bar awsum with who’s the boss? it should be a blast- bar awsum always is. after the show, i was in front of the bar waiting for stephanie and lopez and some guy told me i was a “douchebag” for not being in a rock band or something like that. Actually, he did not call me a “douchebag” until he was halfway down the block, he yelled something rad like “have fun with your miserable little life, douchebag.” I assumed he meant it in the best way possible so I replied cheerily “same to you!” Then he came marching back down the block to have words with me. Usually I would be pretty sheepish in that sort of situation- preferring to make the situation not escalate, but I was not in a mood to be smarter and spineless, so I was a willing participant in the words-exchange.

so he talked about music and continually called me bad things whenever I answered one of his asinine questions. He hated that my favorite bands were track star, jumpsuit, and built to spill and said something rude about me being an elitist hipster, which I can’t comfortably deny. Anyhow, I was trying to pretend like it was a normal conversation, not the run-up to an altercation, but he was making it clear that he wanted to fight or something. Anyhow, eventually Lopex and Stephanie came out, and he hated them too. Stephanie, being smarter than Lopex and I, kept trying to just get us to go home, but we weren’t having it. Eventually he said something rude to Stephanie and that got me kinda angry and less playful. This is the astonishing part, because I was becoming more and more belligerent- very much not my style. I even postured a little bit, pushing my shoulders back, looking him straight in the eye and being too close into his personal space. Anyhow, eventually he shut up sorta and Stephanie and I left, but then I think he and Lopez had words again later, though nothing happened. The whole point of the story is that I acted like a toughie. The wimpy, intelectual version of me is a little embarrassed, but there is also a pretty strong part of me that was psyched that I stood up for myself, even if for something as stupid as defending my pretentious indie rock. So there you go.

I am going to make cookies to take to the rock and roll show. It will rule.