I went to the Hentchmen show tonight. They have been playing for 16 years, and I have been watching them for most of those. I wore boots of questionable sluttiness to mark the occasion. I was happy to see that hardcore Hentch fans Long Haired Guy and Old, Jean Jacket Guy were there, too.
On the way home, after dropping Alice off, I found Dazed and Confused on the radio. If there was an all Led Zeppelin station, I would be happy (except when Fool in the Rain or whatever it's called came on; then I'd have to change the station). Anyway, I was rocking out to Dazed and Confused, and didn't realize until it was too late that a Who song came on next. It turns out that I had listened to quite a lot of the Who song before realizing it. The thing is, I hate the Who, and I always have. Really, I just had gotten to thinking about other things, but nonetheless it made me feel like I had lost my ability to discern between things that I do and do not like. I feel like that happens to people as they get older. I am not ready to accidentally like the Who yet.
I feel like you need to see what my bedroom walls looked like when I was a kid (above). Maybe it's because I am in house-buying mode; I am all pre-approved and ready to go. Soon I will have chosen a house, and will only have to decide things like, "should I replicate the walls of my youth?"
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