About Last Night (Or: How to Argue About Music for 45 Minutes Straight)

So Jen dragged me to Mitch’s Tavern last night and I am STILL recovering. Not from the beer (okay maybe a little from the beer) but from this… encounter.

About Last Night (Or: How to Argue About Music for 45 Minutes Straight)

Picture this: I’m minding my own business when I spot this guy in the corner literally drawing on cocktail napkins like some kind of artistic hermit. Logo concepts, apparently. At a BAR. On a SATURDAY NIGHT. I may have mentioned that this was the dorkiest thing I’d ever witnessed.

The artistic hermit in his natural habitat

Then he had the audacity to tell me my taste in music was “a war crime against humanity.” MY taste in music! Just because I said his precious indie bands sound like dying cats doesn’t mean he gets to attack Kelly Clarkson. We argued for forty-five minutes straight about everything from The Strokes to Coldplay to whether pop music has any artistic merit whatsoever.

The great music debate of 2008

He asked for my number. I said no, obviously. Then somehow he found me on Facebook anyway because apparently graphic designers have internet stalking skills. There may be a friend request sitting in my inbox that I may or may not be overthinking. Whatever. I’m definitely not thinking about those stupid tortoiseshell glasses or the way he got all passionate defending Radiohead. Definitely not.

The Facebook stalking begins