Hmm, so here’s a pickle: let’s say you meet a guy under dubious circumstances and a he’s a total snack — way tastier than you usually get a shot at — and he seems to think you ain’t so bad, either. As a bonus, he turns out to be sweet and even able to hold up his end in a conversation. Score! Now let’s say you’re a jaded old mess already, so you don’t worry about whether or not there’s any future, because it’s just much easier to go with the flow. So what’s the rub? Oh yeah, that boyfriend he tells you about. You admire his candor and have every intention of having as much fun as you can squeeze out of the situation (which, apparently, the BF is OK with), so what’s nagging at you in the back of your mind? Oh yeah, that loss of possibility, that awareness that at best you’ll be a fondly remembered fling. Whatever. There are worse ways to amuse yourself.
Day: August 7, 2001
So Many Choices
Ah, New York in the summer — so much to do, and so little time to do it. For instance, I’d really been looking foward to catching a free show by Bebel Gilberto at Summerstage, but then my friend Josh calls to remind me that Brave Combo is playing at the Bottom Line that same night. So as much as I love Brazilian grooviness and free shows (and I’m already mad that I missed the Basement Jaxx show and the Propellerheads/Asian Dub Foundation show at Summerstage), I certainly can’t pass up one of the rare opportunities to see my favorite polka/latin band on one of their rare visits from Denton, Texas. Especially not when there’s actually someone else around now who can appreciate them with me.