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19 January 2004 - 15:36
I went to see Starsailor last night at Club Cabaret... my brother bought me the CD for Christmas after I begged him to send it from the UK... I had heard so much of them during my trip to Scotland and loved what I heard...somewhere between Coldplay and a band called Cast...and the singer looks uncannily like Ashton Kutcher... Uncannily... I urge anyone who may read this crappy exuse for a blog to either go see them or buy their CD. They're/It's freakin' awesome. If some of that stuff doesn't move you, then you have no soul... So there. Now then... What do kids of 18 years old get off on when they say a sarcastic "YOU'RE WELCOME" when they get caught holding a door while you walk though it without giving you so much as an opportunity to say the traditional thankyou. Case in point: Jen and I go for brunch on Sunday afternoon and as we are leaving a young sassy couple are on their way in. I push the door open and they grab it. So, as I am half way out and they are have not yet put a put a foot in the door we pass through... I am opening my mouth to say "Thanks" when the cheeky little bitch does that head wiggle thing that latino's do so well and says, loudly and sarcastically, "YOU'RE WELCOME". I just turn and stare and Jen continues, oblivious to the whole thing. Her Fabio haired boyfriend just laughs and they go inside. I am left half turned with my mouth half open...and Jen is loking at me like I've had a seizure. So I tell Jen what just happened and I almost had to physically restrain her from kicking girlies ass. Meh...just one of those moments. I mean I smiled at them both as I went throught he door. I just realised that I sound like George Castanza... "Did you see what just happened there?" I should lay off the coffee perhaps. Cheeky little beeeeatch.
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