bryiarrose | Apr. 10th, 2003

tonight was counting crows with travis.
mankato state field house. second row. just about center.
we were about ten feet from the band.
i think i'm spoiled now, being that this is the first time i've seen them and it's not likely that i'll get to see them in such a smallish venue or that up-close again. it was a great show. and probably the best company i've ever had for seeing a show. trav gets it. like i'm guessing

minervacat does too.

borofish at least puts up with me, if not basically understands. if you can be up front, for god sakes, be up front.
we got a set list (which i let trav keep, even though i got it-- it's easier for girls), i got a t-shirt, a mediocre mini-disc recording of the show, and a speeding ticket on the way home simply because i wasn't paying attention. luckily i'm still on a natural concert high so the ticket didn't bother me quite as much as it probably will in the next few days. damn minnesota and their ridiculously high tickets.

( more concert babble/set list )

also, because i spaced on posting it earlier today: happy birthday

borofish! i would have called you as well, but i'm living a phone-free life presently. grr. at any rate, i have a pretty thing for you in my car, and should at least get to buy you a drink sometime soon. hope you had a good day and that you're doing some appropriate celebrating sometime soon.

i see ghosts. not actual ghosts. but the ghosts of people i used to know. people i was used to having around, seeing around this campus. and so sometimes, walking around, i'll see someone from a distance. and something about them will trigger something in my head and i think of someone who's gone now. people i miss or people i haven't thought about, it doesn't make much difference. sure, there are people i think i see more often than others. but i think that's partially because there always were some people i looked for more than others. and so there's still that part of my subconscious that looks for them. even though i know perfectly well that they aren't here. and i can't decide whether it's more strange or sad or something else. in the moment i tend to waver between perplexed, intrigued, and disappointed. food for thought or something.