20 nov 2012

so we went down to our local for writers night because this guy we know was going to be singing his whatnots. he was there with two other people, and they were all three good, and it was entertaining in the whole. during the show, a group of a dozen or so folks were seated right near us and contrary to the entire room's focus on the stage, this group just chattychatchatted right along and along. one woman in particular was apparently unable to in any way stem the tide of vocalisation emanating from her pie hole. she talked, and talked. then, she talked some more. was it quiet conversation with her companions? no. it was performance conversation for the benefit of her entire table. her entire demeanor was annoying like an ice pick in the brain, but then she went - "oh, yes. you can see this very thing just every night around here. songwriters perform their songs and people like these you see here come out to listen." it was then i realised she believed herself to be in a zoo of some sort, so i stood on the table and flung poo at her.



(or, maybe i just thought that would be funny.)