So, Hot Stuff and I got in an argument the other day. For anyone that actually knows us, that's probably shocking information. We've been together eight years now without a fight to our name. (I might come across as a little, I don't know, high strung? but in real life I'm pretty chill. Trust me. No, seriously, I'm chill! Fine, don't believe me then. Shut up.)
We were driving to church and talking about the Snow Patrol concert I'm going to tomorrow (SNOW PATROL! TOMORROW! EEEEEEEEEEE! Ahem, sorry).
Hot Stuff: Someone at my work said that she used to like Snow Patrol, but they sold out.
Kiersten: What?? What on earth is she talking about? What, they weren't allowed to get popular? I'd say if anything their last CD was less mainstream than the previous one. A lot of their songs were really different sounding. Besides, which is worse, a band making the same songs over and over again, or growing and changing? What's the point in buying their music if it never changes?!
Hot Stuff: Umm, you realize I have no idea what you are talking about.
At which point I laughed, because I was totally arguing with his absent coworker through him. And he doesn't listen to music much at all. NPR guy, through and through.
Anyhow. Anonymous co-worker of my husband: YOU ARE WRONG. It's the same as people who don't like new books by their favorite authors because it isn't the same as the previous one.
It shouldn't be the same!!
(Remember what I was saying about being chill in real life?)
Anyway. I'm going to leave you with a couple of presents. After all, my life right now? Pretty stinking cool. I'm going to my very first concert tomorrow, and then next week at this time I'll be hanging out at Harper. Oh. So. Cool. My apologies to whomever's life it is I've taken over, but I'm not giving it back.
Present One: SPARKLES
There. You're welcome. Happy weekend!