1. Tuesday, August 4, 2009

    karisa invited me to go to the fantasy factory 

    taylor swift at whole foodson friday and it was sponsored by Monster energy and it was the x games post party

    so i said fine.

    then i thought better for it all.

    she told me she had two single gfs who loved the books i had written. turned out karisa has them laying around her home. not the girls, the books.

    but the problem was they were both asian. now i like asian girls as much as the next guy, maybe more. but the last two girls i was serious about (or leaning on being serious) were both korean. which is asian. and both of those deals went horribly wrong.

    i am still probably a little scarred.

    and scurred.

    so i didnt go. instead i hung around the rooftop hot tub of my bud and stared off into the deepest darkest night.

    just then a little voice whispered in my beer. or ear. or bear.

    “your man bruce springsteen is playing in your old home town on your mamas birthday.”

    sweet home chicago?

    “yes! and you should go.”

    but my momma doesnt love bruuuuuuce

    “yes but that minnesota girl does. and best of all, she now lives an hour away from chicago.”

    the little voice was not only all-knowing, but super chatty. wth!

    still i was undecided.

    “bruce is playing Born to Run in its entirety on that night. take the poor girl. and lose some weight.”

    and after an email, i had a date.