Anyway I hung out with him on Wednesday nite at his place & I avoided the whole conversation by bringing & subsequently imbibing the biggest, scariest bottle of Fin du Monde I could find. I passed out halfway thru an episode of Black Adder & didn't wake up until the next morning, when I rushed out with a quick assurance that I'd never drink that beer again (yeah, right).
Which reminds me to consider that he does have some great qualities. He's a Black Adder fan, which rocks. On the other hand, he sang the Black Adder song in a piercing British accent at several points during the show, which I discerned even thru my Fin du Monde haze & rolled my eyes in the dark.
He is also well-traveled & wordly, which is important to me. Pro: He speaks French fluently. Con: He once referred to Grenoble as his "hood."
I feel horrible about being so scrutinizing, but I can't help it. & I can just hear the calculating appraisal I'm sure I've been subjected to at one point or another. It's terrible to imagine.
Pro: Puts out.
Con: Probably an alkie.
But enough about me. Everyone should go see my friends The Narrator play at the Knitting Factory on Thursday. They're playing with some very cute boys I met last nite at Plaid, who are in a band called The End of the World.
Wait a second. That's the English equivalent of that beer I was drinking. A sign? It has to be. It's Friday the 13th after all...
