Je suis malade

I feel like yuck. Sick as a dog. blech. I am hopped up on cold medicine and bedridden but now I have to straggle outside in the gloriously pre-fall weather (or is it indian summer?) to show my sickly face to the world. Thank the lord for sunglasses. Don’t know what to do without them on days like this. But hey! I found a beaut of a plaid shirt in a vintage store for 10 dollars! Then I found to my amazement that this store has a TON of retro plaid button downs. I am buying one super xtra large to wear as a belted dress with black tights and heels. I am also on the hunt for boys pleated trousers to wear with heels, loose tanks and librarian glasses. I am supposed to be researching snowboards and LCD monitors for a freelance writing gig I just scored and I will. Right after I get some caffeine in me and some more Dayquil.

Guess who I’m seeing this Friday? For all you sassy alumni, you know this band well. Before grunge made its indelible mark, this man was on the scene. He is like the grandaddy of all (aka my boyfriend’s rock idol). I remember him too but I was way more into The Posies, Matthew Sweet and Liz Phair. They’re playing this Fri with Built to Spill which, of course, are giants in their on right. I am totally stoked. Like a wild outtacontrol fire. (that’s 90’s ling for ya.)