this past friday night i went to see a band, nay a spectacle, called "here come the mummies." i had a chance encounter with the musical mummies this summer during a festival and the absurdity of it all continues to attract me to the group. the anonymity of the band members reminds me of secret society membership from days of yore. my google searches repeatedly give me no useful results, but i remain vigilant in my search for the mummies' identities.
...i digress.
i talk to strangers-- particularly in settings like dive bars and waffle houses. no one was surprised when i struck up a conversation with a member of the opening act. amidst pinky promises to buy the album (...we'll see) and flurries of compliments, he introduces me to another member of the band, jason.
jason (clearly stoned) touches my face and says, "you're beautiful."
his bandmate turns to me with an excited smile on his face, "you guys could be exes!"
"wait, what?"
"you and jason could be future ex-husband and wife! isn't that great?"
...."i have to go."
jason's belief that i am attractive could lead us into a relationship that would be so meaningful that we would make it all the way to an unhappy marriage and a divorce. sigh, love is so beautiful.
