... um ... well ...

you know, sometimes i wish i didn't look to see how people found my blog ...

but nevertheless. tonight proved interesting in many ways ... first, i don't know whether i should be excited or saddened by the discovery i made at pure pop this evening. i decided that, since i'd had a rough day, i would treat myself to a new cd after all (of course, we must keep in mind that i've become far too accustomed to treating myself to a cd for 'special occasions' - bad day, good day, tuesday, whatever - but hey, it's all good, i'm still catching up from my lack of music purchasing - say, pretty much all of last year ...). i knew the new travis album was out, so i figured i'd probably pick that up, as travis brings me happy frappy british joy. so i walk into pure pop, take a look at the new music rack ...

and there it is. no, not travis - i had to search for that one. right in front of me was mraz's live cd. the one i'd thought was only available at shows and on the website ... but there it was. live at java joe's ... of course i picked it up ... but it was yet another reminder of how he's rocketing up the ladder of success (no pun intended, i swear - that's far too cheesy for even me to have done intentionally).

i did, however, also get the travis album - i wasn't sure if i was going to, but once i saw that a track was titled "peace the fuck out," i knew i had to. if it had been "peace the fuck eight" or on track eight, i would have freaked out right there in the store. as it was, i did all i could not to burst into laughter ...

one hot, non-gingered muddy cider later, i'm on the road trying to find the space where the movie was being held. i'd been told it was at radio bean. um ... ok. i'd never gone to radio bean during college. i looked it up on mapquest and none of the street names looked familiar. so i took a lil' drive ... and wound up on the phone with beth as she navigated for me, looking at directions SHE found online. traumatizing. i realize now just how little sense the city's setup is, navigationally speaking. one way roads = bad. north being west and south going uphill = v. bad. but hilarious, once we kind of figured it out (for the record, where i was actually supposed to be was waaaaaay down the street from radio bean. and i wouldn't have known it was the actual place had there not been a crowd outdoors. may i also mention that i received a call from the photographer, trying to figure out where the hell to go. so HA!). major points for miss elizabeth for not hanging up on me and being convinced i'm utterly daft ...

but the drive, one-way streets, beer bottles on the road and all that fun stuff were worth it. definitely one of the coolest things i've gone to in ages. if kerouac were alive and in his prime today - and, well, based in burlington - he would have been at this. i can't say much more now, because i'm still processing it and figuring out what to write about it, but i can say that it was very, very cool.