So... If anybody is free tomorrow night and wants to go with me to see the Fiery Furnaces, I will buy your ticket and, perhaps, a PBR or two. Just let me know.
In other news, oh my god, we might be running out of names for hurricanes. Fortunately, great minds at the National Hurricane Center have produced a contingency plan:
http://www.cnn.com/2005/WEATHER/09/19/storm.names/index.htmlThough I find it strange that hurricanes are the only natural disasters that are named after people, I sort of enjoy the practice. Every year, around the beginning of the season, I get a little excited, hoping that, maybe this year, my name will come up. I meet each new list with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. Because though part of me wants my namesake to churn up the Atlantic, a bit of my consciousness is afraid of it happening. Because once THAT happens, it's really all downhill, isn't it?