maybe it just is what it is. life. again. imagine. everyone in my immediate circle seems to be getting regular visits from mr. fubar.
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so what's franny to do?
franny is going out drinking and dancing and moving her butt to the sound of a live band tonight. as the saying goes, "when it get's tough, the tough get shitfaced and shake their black denim clad asses"
i bought this ticket early sept....back when it wasn't all going to shit, back when i was still running the marathon, feeling okay. little did i know that there was a storm brewing just around the corner.
not sure if i'm excited about going out tonight in the bigbadcity. first off, i'll be swinging it alone. there are always preconcieved notions about women who go out by themselves....don't kid yourself, you think it too...
1. they are in search of sex
2. they are pathetic loners
3. they are pathetic loners trying to get laid.
me? i want to get a good buzz going and enjoy the good music i KNOW i'm going to hear. that a co-worker will be there also may be good. it's always nice to see a friendly face especially in dog-eat-dog manhattan. if i have to judge by the band i will be seeing, i'm sure the crowd will be pretty tame, low key, and not obnoxious, unlike the crowd destined to invade the club later on in the evening.
the band i'll be seeing: Local Natives
the venue they're playing: Webster Hall in the east village.
wish me luck. ps. i promise not to get too shitfaced. i do have to find my way home...
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ciao!