this is not about cats.

at tonight's decemberists and death cab show i was standing next to these two dudes. they were boring-looking and talking loudly about some lame-o bullshit. i suspected they were o.c. death cab fans. after suffering through their yakking for a while, i finally got up the nerve to say, "hey, do you realize you're screaming?" and one dude was like, "oh, you want us to scream louder?" and i said, "yeah. i'd really appreciate that." fine, so i'm kind of proud of myself for saying something, and i'm excited to begin enjoying death cab and ben gibbard's cute outfit.

then i bump this girl's bag and she turns to me. i'm about to say "sorry" when she recognizes me and says hello. i realize it's katie and so, you know, we start chatting. for a while. then scott comes over and says hello, and there's more chatting. but all the while, these guys behind us surely hate my fucking guts. and why shouldn't they; i would hate my guts too.

moral of the story: shut your big mouth, eliza.