A Moving Day
One interesting thing to note about that couple: I don't really bring home girls to meet my parents (reasons) but I sometimes, if I've seen them for more than a week or so, introduce them to L&A. The interesting thing is that every one of them - and maybe they are just being nice - says that L&A are like the best people in the world.
After twelve hours of hauling boxes, I am dropped back off in Carrboro to work the Delgados / Crooked Fingers show. A show, I shall say, to which I have been looking forward for quite some time. Huge Delgados fan. Kind of awkward. As it turns out I just hang with KFM for basically the whole Delgados set then, out of nowhere, end up feeling her boob (jokingly, platonically - Molly, not Holly) for about twenty seconds while her friends nervously walk away. (Aside to K: Bachman would have totally done it and was visibly disappointed to have not had the opportunity.) Congrats to K, by the way, for hitting the big two-five two days ahead of schedule!
Some miscellaneous funny things from that show: Some girl hitting me in the arm as hard as she can and then asking me to hit her in the arm as hard as I can. I totally wail on her arm. A bum I kick out threatens to kick my ass then improvises a "fuck you" song on his harmonica. Main Delgados guy loses his wallet. I see him again later at OCSC, inquire, and he found it on the bus. I say, that's good, because if I had found it, I would have sold it on e-bay. "I wouldn't expect any less of you, " he says back! But really, I don't blame him for pigeonholing every American as a greedy crook.
The next night brought Badly Drawn Boy and a lot of deja vu. A lot of the same crowd; arm-punch girl was there. Even the bum that threatened to kick my ass showed up before soundcheck. He snuck into the Cradle and when I told him to leave he caterpillar's from one end of the floor to another. BDB stops playing entirely to watch the spectacle.