Katie, Syd, and I watched Aliens last night a week or two after watching Alien. I love Ms. Weaver, but boy, you sure could tell that Aliens was made 7 years after Alien…
The good news is that Katie didn’t spill beer on me because she jumped this time around. Thanks, Katie.
Katie and I came to the conclusion that I am probably a bully. I haven’t decided yet if this news disturbs me.
Me and Katie were talking about how neat it’d be if Eric could get us backstage for the Lumineers show at Red Rocks since the Outfit is opening. I mean, since both Eric and Neyla are playing and, subsequently, don’t need to give a pass to their significant other, they must have some open passes available, right? RIGHT?
Probably not. But how else am I ever going to get to see the Red Rocks’ green room? Oh well! I’d settle for another invite to Eric’s cabin this summer.
- Me: If you were a big musician, would you sell your music for use in an ad?
- Katie: Yeah... but only if it was for something I really supported.
- Katie: Like beer.
Just learned this morning that, due to the Boston bombings/9-11 hijackers, anytime Katie leaves the country on her working visa, she has to be subject to “special questioning” on return (ie: interrogation). That’s some supz cray bullsh, y’all… especially when I am trying to convince her to come to Iceland with me.