Reading:
The Power of Myth ~ Joseph Campbell. Evidently, it was finally time to read it.
I'm glad I didn't have any homework yesterday. After I came home from class, I meant to take a two hour nap and the next thing I knew, it was five hours later.
Tuesday night, a friend and I went to see Dio, the Scorpions and Deep Purple. C.M. left me two comp tickets because he was going out of town. Originally, I didn't think I would go because who wants to go to a concert by themselves? I took the tickets with me to school so I could offer them to the guy from my Intro to Theater class (you know the one) but instead, I offered them to my friend and her boyfriend. She and I ended up going together since her boyfriend had to study for a test (so did we but hey ~ sometimes you just have to party.)
The concert ranks up there as one of the best I had ever gone to. I think I saw about a minute of Dio and maybe five of the Scorpions. Still, much headbanging ensued. I made up a good deal of my margarita deficiency with a foot and a half tall glass...as well as a Jack Daniels cranberry cooler, half of a Tennessee Tea (I think that's what it was...) and finishing off my friend's strawberry thingy. I had a nice buzz for the first half of the concert.
We went into the Casbah Cafe (thank god for smokers! That was a neat place!) where a guy named Chris (a very bitter man, by the way) struck up a conversation with us. I mainly listened ~ the topics centered mostly around the evils of Christianity and politics. I think the most notable contribution I made to the conversation was when he started talking about the Christian view of Wicca being Satanic ~ "Bullshit!"
It was a good thing I was sober when we left ~ we almost literally ran into trouble just south of Rivergate. I moved into the far right lane to get out of the way of a firetruck...and nearly ran right into a burned out compact. We were about a truck length away from it when we saw it ~ that's how burned it was. Glass was everywhere too ~ every window and headlight was out. Oh yeah ~ it was facing the wrong way too. We got lucky. The semi behind us had fallen back a bit so I didn't hit it while I was trying to miss the car.
It was surreal. What made it even more surreal was the fact that the firetruck drove right past it. There wasn't any fire, police, tow trucks or anything. The car was just there. For a moment, I thought I was dreaming, especially the way my dreams are.
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