Tuesday, March 14, 2006
If I could have a second skin, I'd probably dress up in you
Tonight, Victor and I are going to see Belle and Sebastian for the third time. They have had quite an impact on our relationship, so much so that it warrants a little story here. I'm hoping that I get all of the dates and the sequence of events right. If not, I'm sure Victor will correct me.
Victor and I met on April 18, 2002. My friends and I always hung out at the Draught House in Austin on Thursdays. Victor and his friend Enrique happened to arrive there that night too. They knew my friend Steph, so they joined our little group. I thought they were pretty nice, especially since Victor had a bowl of peanuts (I was hungry). I made some sort of inappropriate priest joke that warmed Victor's Catholic heart. Anyway, I guess Victor thought I was cute, and according to Mark and Ryan I said something like "he's cute but probably gay." Hey, that had been my life experience with nice guys who seemed to be interested in me!
Anyway, Steph had a party two days later. Victor and I both showed up and spent some time talking to each other. By "some time," I really mean "five hours." Somewhere in the beginning of the conversation, we started talking about music. I mentioned I had Belle and Sebastian tickets for April 30. Victor had them too! Any guy that likes B&S is a winner in my book. Finding out that he also had Super Furry Animals tickets sealed the deal. I hadn't met too many other SFA fans by that point. So anyway, his musical taste definitely heightened my interest in him.
We met up a couple of other times that next week, but Victor kept forgetting to get my number (I was much too insecure to ask for his). When he finally did get it, and we hung out at my house, he was too shy to put the moves on. So finally, on Friday April 26, I invited him over to watch Belle and Sebastian perform on Conan. Mark and Ryan (and maybe Travis?) were there too. He stayed later than they did, and I managed to kiss him before he left.
The next Tuesday was the Belle and Sebastian concert. We emailed back and forth about what we would wear to the show. I wore a blue shirt, a jean skirt, and mary janes, which was kind of my uniform back then. I may have worn pigtails. I can't remember what Victor wore, but it may have been his B&S ampersand t-shirt. It was fun watching him sing along. He knew the words just as well as I did, and that's saying something. After the show was over, I made him steal Stuart Murdoch's sweaty towel. I don't know where that is now... probably lost in one of our many moves. Anyway, that concert put aside any doubts about whether Victor was perfect for me.
We share a lot of the same musical taste, and maybe only our mutual love for Morrissey means as much to our relationship as our love for B&S. And yes, we did drive 10 hours through the Texas desert to see Morrissey once. (And yes, we did pass up his concert in Oklahoma City last night, but only because we are going to two shows already this week... and I guess we're not the rock stars we once were). But we have spent countless hours enjoying Belle and Sebastian together. He puts up with my undying crush on Stuart Murdoch, and I refrain from divorcing him for his Isobel Campbell fixation. She's not even a part of the band anymore, so I can't hate her too much. We saw B&S again in 2004, and now we're seeing them tonight.
It kind of made me sad that neither Belle and Sebastian nor Morrissey write traditional love songs, so we couldn't dance our cheesy first dance at the wedding to either of them. It would have been a fitting tribute.
Tonight, Victor and I are going to see Belle and Sebastian for the third time. They have had quite an impact on our relationship, so much so that it warrants a little story here. I'm hoping that I get all of the dates and the sequence of events right. If not, I'm sure Victor will correct me.
Victor and I met on April 18, 2002. My friends and I always hung out at the Draught House in Austin on Thursdays. Victor and his friend Enrique happened to arrive there that night too. They knew my friend Steph, so they joined our little group. I thought they were pretty nice, especially since Victor had a bowl of peanuts (I was hungry). I made some sort of inappropriate priest joke that warmed Victor's Catholic heart. Anyway, I guess Victor thought I was cute, and according to Mark and Ryan I said something like "he's cute but probably gay." Hey, that had been my life experience with nice guys who seemed to be interested in me!
Anyway, Steph had a party two days later. Victor and I both showed up and spent some time talking to each other. By "some time," I really mean "five hours." Somewhere in the beginning of the conversation, we started talking about music. I mentioned I had Belle and Sebastian tickets for April 30. Victor had them too! Any guy that likes B&S is a winner in my book. Finding out that he also had Super Furry Animals tickets sealed the deal. I hadn't met too many other SFA fans by that point. So anyway, his musical taste definitely heightened my interest in him.
We met up a couple of other times that next week, but Victor kept forgetting to get my number (I was much too insecure to ask for his). When he finally did get it, and we hung out at my house, he was too shy to put the moves on. So finally, on Friday April 26, I invited him over to watch Belle and Sebastian perform on Conan. Mark and Ryan (and maybe Travis?) were there too. He stayed later than they did, and I managed to kiss him before he left.
The next Tuesday was the Belle and Sebastian concert. We emailed back and forth about what we would wear to the show. I wore a blue shirt, a jean skirt, and mary janes, which was kind of my uniform back then. I may have worn pigtails. I can't remember what Victor wore, but it may have been his B&S ampersand t-shirt. It was fun watching him sing along. He knew the words just as well as I did, and that's saying something. After the show was over, I made him steal Stuart Murdoch's sweaty towel. I don't know where that is now... probably lost in one of our many moves. Anyway, that concert put aside any doubts about whether Victor was perfect for me.
We share a lot of the same musical taste, and maybe only our mutual love for Morrissey means as much to our relationship as our love for B&S. And yes, we did drive 10 hours through the Texas desert to see Morrissey once. (And yes, we did pass up his concert in Oklahoma City last night, but only because we are going to two shows already this week... and I guess we're not the rock stars we once were). But we have spent countless hours enjoying Belle and Sebastian together. He puts up with my undying crush on Stuart Murdoch, and I refrain from divorcing him for his Isobel Campbell fixation. She's not even a part of the band anymore, so I can't hate her too much. We saw B&S again in 2004, and now we're seeing them tonight.
It kind of made me sad that neither Belle and Sebastian nor Morrissey write traditional love songs, so we couldn't dance our cheesy first dance at the wedding to either of them. It would have been a fitting tribute.
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