This morning at work I read that Robert Ellis would be playing tonight at Discovery Green. For free. At 6:30 in the pm. BOOM.
But then the rain comes. It was still raining when I hit my door around 6. Popped a beer, sat on the couch, said, "fuck it."
Naw, though. Changed my mind a minute later.
Because, since moving to Nashville, Ellis doesn't play here much anymore. Because I can sit alone on my couch feeling sorry for myself (or, you know, just chilling) any fucking day of the week. Because I knew I would regret it if I didn't go.
Finally figured out where Discovery Green is. Stoked on that. Did it my way, too- the stupid, hard way. I'll never be overweight, I can tell you that much.
Finally got to hear What's in it for me? live. MOST STOKED on that. Left after that one too, 'cause there's no topping it.
Didn't stay for more than ninety minutes. Didn't manage to keep the seat of my pants dry. Didn't manage not to smile like a dork. A lot. Live tunes crush.
You never know. Car wrecks. Brain aneurisms. Floridian fucking sinkholes. We're all headed for the exits. I wanna make sure I handle my shit.
