Rant #4
This is a topic that Angela and I have completely run into the ground, but I was thinking about it as I ate dinner tonite.
Rant #4: Why Band Guys Like Me (Us), But Regular Ones Don't
Please tell me why this is true. We have analyzed, over-talked-about, debated over this topic for months. Probably years. Here are the only conclusions I can come up with:
* We are just too cool for all the losers that we know from school, church, whereever and only the band guys (who are also cool) recognize our coolness and like us.
* We are just too cool for all the losers that we know from school, church, whereever and only the band guys (who are also cool) recognize our coolness and like us.
* Well, actually that is the only conclusion we can come up with.
* Also, the only time I put effort into actually looking cool is for shows. So these guys are seeing me at my absolute best and never have to see me on an off-day.
* And, somehow when we get around bands, we get unexplainably quirky, so we look like really funny people.
* And all the other girls around them are drooling, saying stupid things like "Can you sign my shoe?" or "Remember me from the Cleveland show that was like 3 years ago?" or "Guess what? My cousin's stepsister's boyfriend's landlord's aunt is your 1/2 grandpa's niece! How cool is it that we're connected?" or "Here's my number, why don't you give me a call?" and giving them only a 2-inch radius of personal space. So surrounded by them, we look completely normal and totally awesome.
So, this concludes Rant #4. Except for how I am only now even further convinced that I will marry a band guy. Normal guys are just so boring. I can't even like them anymore. The last time I liked just an average guy was in the 9th grade. So, when you call my cell in 10 years, I can bet ya my life that I'll be riding in an unmarked white van or standing behind a merch table in a dark smoky club. (See? I will not be one of those wives who just comes on tour to take up space and follow him around. I plan on being tour manager or head of merch) So please call me in 10 years, so when we stop in your town, I can put you on the guest list and you can get in to the show for free and we can hang out!
So, this concludes Rant #4. Except for how I am only now even further convinced that I will marry a band guy. Normal guys are just so boring. I can't even like them anymore. The last time I liked just an average guy was in the 9th grade. So, when you call my cell in 10 years, I can bet ya my life that I'll be riding in an unmarked white van or standing behind a merch table in a dark smoky club. (See? I will not be one of those wives who just comes on tour to take up space and follow him around. I plan on being tour manager or head of merch) So please call me in 10 years, so when we stop in your town, I can put you on the guest list and you can get in to the show for free and we can hang out!
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