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Crying Over Lou 2000-07-01::18:42:41 Today has been the saddest/happiest/weirdest day. First I woke up super late and had to high tail it to work without showering. Ordinarily this wouldn't have been so bad, except today was the day I was going to get to meet Lou Barlow! Folk Implosion was in town yesterday for a concert, and Lou, being the nice guy that he is, agreed to play an acoustic set in our store. So all morning I was waiting for 2pm to roll around so I could see him. And I did get to see him, but only from afar. I was trapped downstairs working at our info booth during his set, so I only got to hear him. As his set ended, I got the chance to break away for a second, and I was just about to run upstairs to ask for an autograph when a woman comes up to me with a list full of self-help books for me to find. So I am rushing around so that I don't miss him, and just as I am finishing up with her, Lou walks right by me, out of the door, and out of my life. I nearly cried. What's a girl to do? Whine to one of her managers, that's what. And so I did, and so my new favorite manager is trying to get me hooked up with something autographed. Anyway, so the last 2 hours of work I was all bummed out,whining about Lou, and then I got to go home. First thing I did was check my e-mail cause I wrote a little e-mail to the psych instructor I am obsessed with, and well he responded! Not only did he respond, but he suggested that we get together and "chat." All of a sudden my tears of saddness have subsided, and I have a reason to smile again. |
