and one more thing. . .

regs, one of my coworkers, made the mistake of asking me today if i was going to westerberg concert. which really, kind of amazes me that he 1.) knew about the concert at all and 2.) knew enough to ask me if i was going.

“going? i went on saturday! last night was his last show.”
“oh, so how was it?”

at that point i waxed poetic for at least 20 minutes about the utter fabulousness of the show. about the daring someone to play tambourine, about being a chicken shit glued to my seat, about how his voice cracks and my heart breaks, about how i cried during achin’ to be, how i sat virtually motionless for two hours– afraid to move for fear of missing something, about how it was absolutely amazing and would you like to see the st. paul shrine i’ve erected right here in front of my computer. . .

after all this shawn, another coworker, said, “i am going to back away slowly now, i’m a little frightened.”

“i’m sorry, i get a little giddy and overzealous when i talk about st. paul.”

at that point shawn ran, ran away from me and regs just sorta giggled.

ahh, telling that story has made me feel much better. work really isn’t so bad. . .