out by the box car waiting...

The Lovely Jess and I are going to see The Pixies tomorrow. I cannot wait!!! I first saw them when I was 15 and they opened up for The Cure. I remember being in the bathroom after their set and some girl on the pee line said to her friend, "I kinda hate The Pixies." Oh.no.she.didn't! A collective gasp filled the small confines of the ladies room and the perp was soundly glared at until it was her turn to relieve herself. I wasn't really one for instigating fights but damn if I didn't want to slap the bitch around for such blasphemy. I didn't of course but I REALLY wanted to.

For the past few months, Jess and I have had Pixies-inspired moments of Tourette's. If there was an uncharacteristic lull in one of our conversations, our default filler topic was swooning over this band. One of us would blurt out, "We're going to see THE MOTHERFUCKING PIXIES!" to which the other replied, "WOOOOOOOOOOOOO HOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" You know, when not discussing random food cravings ("I want a motherfucking cookie") or other off-kilter observations ("Adam Clayton has Miranda teeth"), of course.

Our giddiness knows no bounds. Like the true geeks that we are, we've been IMing random song snippets back and forth since Jess bought the tickets. Today's exchange:

Yours Truly: Then the devil is six. Then the devil is six

Jess: A BIG BIG LOVE! A BIG BIG LOVE!

YT: Caribouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!

Yup, we're nerds... Nerds who are going to see THE MOTHERFUCKING PIXIES! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO HOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!