It started 7 years ago with a ticket

Seven years ago, I bought a ticket to see Rasputina. Seven years ago, to this very day, I nervously waited in line outside Dante’s behind a beautiful Norse goddess with a strange velvet black-and-red checkboard bag. Seven years ago, a strange sequence of events involving ex-es and a game of pool occurred that can best, though inaccurately, be … Continue reading It started 7 years ago with a ticket

Four Years

It has been four years since that fateful night were I almost didn’t go alone to the concert of one of my favorite bands. It has been two years since the roadtrip to the coast, by way of the courthouse (followed several months later by a big ol’ party-slash-reception.) They have been wonderful years. Like … Continue reading Four Years