my last full day at work. an impending date with my the band i heart most. a package patiently waiting in my mailbox, covered in teddy bears and hearts... with buckley-full goodness inside. casey so good.
and it just kept getting better.
so i don't sound like an asshole let me remind you all how much i love my husband. the nature of a tale like this is it can be easily misconstrued... not that i think anyone who really knows me would think that, but just to keep that straight...
now...
let me tell you how great it can be to have an ex as one of your best friends. a rare occurrence in this world, but a grand one if its sincere. my own honey not so much the rock child i am, he doesn't really do concerts but certainly doesn't mind that i do or who accompanies me. god bless 'im.
and as j- is responsible for all things supergrass that iniated my love affair with mr quinn, mr goffey, and the brothers coombs - and that his birthday is in hours of now - he was naturally chosen to join me.
now, i love me some rock show, but it is not often that i don't find myself anticipating the end of the encore and really wanting off my feet and my personal space returned to me... that's prolly part of why jam bands don't do it for me. well, that and i am not a dirty hippy. (sorry, that is a rant for another time)
yet true to form, my boys could not disappoint me. a show so good it felt like only half an hour had passed by the time gaz said good night for real. sure i couldn't see well, sure i was surrounded by nit wits and drunk asses. but the truth is i didn't give a shit. and that is a fact to behold.
show is over. folks are clearing out/making their way to the merch table. i run into raymomo, j- into a long-standing crush with the most beautiful name ever. betcha can't guess. i get a hug, j- gets a number. a number i make him swear to call the next day. no you won't seem desperate; you'll get your point across. one last drink and close the tab. head to the lounge area to finish our beverages and wax nostalgic. pass danny goffey standing with a bunch of people. still arguing about - wait. DANNY GOFFEY. STANDING. RIGHT THERE.
(insert fact that mr goffey is also commonly known in heidi circles as "british husband #2. #1 if you wonder is named colin. he plays bass. his baby brother plays guitar.)
drunk insistent j- come on. let's go get your picture with him. no i don't want to bother him i'll just stand here in his presence. do you want a picture - yes or no. well, YEAH. ok then it's settled.
mr goffey breaks from the group and heads off. j- in hot pursuit can't get his attention over the blaring post show feed music. finally resorts to tugging his shirt sleeve - i think.
all i remeber is that he sounds as cute and goofy as he looks. you can see the giddiness in the picture. i may never wash my super furry tshirt.
that danny goffey is sweet guy. and j- is an awesome effing friend.
a friend who had a date last night. with the crush. and hopefully hot date. he deserves to be happy. happy like me.
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