Courtenay Brown

Word on the street (omg don’t tell anyone, PROMISE) is that BEN and I went to a SHOW last night. Whoa. Can you even believe that?! WTF?!

The band was Gossip, the venue was Showbox, the opener that we caught the end of and wish we’d caught more of was MEN, new project of JD Samson (from Le Tigre). And the night was awesome, if you ask me. Ben saw Gossip back in July and lamented that last night’s set list was nearly identical, which is a somewhat inexplicable shame considering that they have been together for 10 years and must have some sort of library to show for it, but perhaps they adopted an “if it ain’t broke…” philosophy. Either way, as a Gossip virgin, I thoroughly enjoyed it.

Yesterday afternoon I told my mom about our evening plans.

“Well. I am sure glad you can AFFORD things like that. When I first moved to San Francisco I had NO MONEY and when Neil Diamond came to town everyone went, but I stayed home and ate OATMEAL because I couldn’t afford anything else.”

Yes, well, I bought the tickets a while ago. And Ma, a few months later you went to Altamont, which I still think makes you almost the coolest thing ever, so if that meant you had to miss Neil Diamond and eat oatmeal I vote that it was worth it.