(Well, I mean, not right now he's not hunting. Being as how he's not there and, knowing him, probably asleep anyway. But sometimes.)
Anyway, it's not that I'm not stubborn. You know I am. I have the brain of a pit bull. Hmm. The brain of a pit bull's jaws. No, that's not it, either. I'm afraid this metaphor is just not going to go, and you'll have to go on without it. But the point is, I'm perfectly willing to take credit for my stubborn when it's my stubborn, but this time it's not.
Also I have figured out the difference between a rock concert and a non-rock concert: I feel comfortable wearing open shoes to a non-rock concert. Happily, I own stompy enough boots that I can go to the Blues Traveler concert up in Hinckley tonight anyway. It's been almost eight years since timprov and I went to a BT concert together. Last time we did, it was in a gymasium in Mankato, and we went with Twig and Slacker and MattnJess, and afterwards we ate at Baker's Square (don't ask me why because I don't know) and then went home to the dorms. So...yah. It's been awhile. I don't know when we'll be back from Hinckley, so don't worry if you would usually hear from me and don't. We'll have the cell phone and the credit card.
(We're not leaving for a good long while now. I still have the day to
(And did you know that it's less than a week until my birthday? It is.)