I swallowed at least five distinct gnats today, running. I hate gnats. I wish a plague of giantflying gnat-eating spiders would descend on Danville. Granted, this would be horrifying, but atleast the gnats would be gone, and I could carry a wiffle bat or something to knock the spidersaway.
The Elvis show last nightwas totally sweet; as Jon put it, “He’sEIGHT HUNDRED YEARS OLD and STILL rocks harder than almost anyone I’ve seen.” A posse of drunkenassholes directly in front of us did their best to ruin the show, but we stubbornly enjoyed itanyway. And then there was some more rocking! (In that he did two really good encores.)
The thing I have with concerts is this: I really, really like going to them. Our trips to see
Also, it may be like this for everyone, I don’t know, but still: I have really sensitive hearing.It’s like my secret super power. I had to learn to tune out conversations in other parts of thehouse when I was younger because I felt guilty about eavesdropping, and I still know whensomebody’s at the house before anyone else–I can hear the garage doors reverberate when a car doorslams.
So the upshot is that what most people seem to consider “wow, this is a loud concert but it’s okay”is actively painful for me. My ears make tearing noises and it’s usually a good half hour in beforeI’m numb enough to really enjoy the show.
I guess if I keep going to concerts long enough the problem will fix itself, but I don’t reallywant it to.
Tonight I’m going to a (recurring) party that I’ve been avoiding for three years. If I’m gone formore than a week, check Frankfort first. Bring some water or RC or something, because I still don’tplan on drinking and I don’t know how much other liquid will be available there.
