Are You Ready to Rock?

I was considering leaping the fence to get to the soup.
In a word, no, I'm not ready to rock. When did I become unfun? Cue the jackass friends: Awww, you've always been boring. Thanks guys.

I came to work 10 minutes early. To reward myself for not eating like a jackass today, I was going to Kamasouptra, the best damn soup restaurant in Portland that I know of. Sounding definitive when you're really not is an art. Ask a politician.

Thing was, there was a stage in my way. A couple of bands were playing a free show out on the square in front of my work. The show started at 5 p.m. It was 4:52 as I walked past an empty beer garden (what is WRONG with America?) and weaved around possibly stoned people on my way to the Public Market.

The warmup music was Barenaked Ladies playing a free show, which was a little odd, to be at a free show and hear a show from the late '90s (they covered the Spice Girls). That was as good as the music got. Next came pop/country. Then came Generic Rock Band! I heard just enough to know I didn't need to hear anything from either band.

Arrival at work: 4:59 p.m., one minute early. Even free music and empty beer gardens can't keep me from getting to work on time. What the hell is wrong with me?

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  1. JillJuly 11, 2011 at 7:37 AM

    You get a point for not stopping to listen to the Barenaked Ladies. 55-5-6.

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