Last night’s Cursive show at Sokol was pretty great. I enjoyed Criteria but could’ve easily done without Ladyfinger.
I also could’ve done without having a glass of water dumped on me.
Yeah, you read that right. Water. Dumped. On me.
Matthew and I were on the main floor, near the mirrors but below the balcony. Two young kids (I assume young, because they used water, not beer) dumped a bottle of water on my head. My hair and shirt got pretty soaked. And this all happened before the show started! I was pretty upset, but the two bottles of Miller High Life softened the blow.
UPDATE: As feared, my shirt is now stained. At the show, it looked like whatever those brats dumped on me contained some type of bleaching agent. When I pulled that shirt (which has become one of my favorites) from the dryer yesterday, the evidence was clear as day. Now, I’m pretty pissed.
P.S. Long live the cowbell.
Thanks, Matthew!