God's Little Tee Pad

I was browsing around on Amazon.com and they have this little box telling what they've been reading lately (whoever they are), which really reinforced in me the thought that I never, ever, ever, want to do anything like that.

Last night we went out to see Sight Unseen, which is an Athens band that I've followed a bit (mainly, at first, because a friend of mine from way back when is the guitarist) when I've been active enough to get my fat butt off the couch and go out.  So we get to Tasty World (which, as Mollie says, sounds more like an ice cream parlor than a bar) around ten only to find that they're closed for a private party until 11.  Blaagh.  So we start wandering around downtown, get asked three different times by the same guy for change, run into a cool girl from the womens' rugby team whose name I couldn't remember (it's Nina), and find ourselves in front of a bookstore whose hours read something like, "Open 10 am - 6 pm and often late nights."  This turned out to be one of those nights so, knowing quite well that I'd buy something if we went in,  in went we.  

We did the usual bookstore flipping, this and that (and whatnot),  found a book about the campfire girls in the woods from like 1906, which was cool.  They had some girl's thesis, in xerox form, for sale (no price, though).   Which reminds me, the Virginia Tech library has every thesis/dissertation/whatever on the shelves for the world (or at least southwestern Virginia) to enjoy.  So I knew this guy who put a $10 bill in his thesis and would go back every six months or so and check to see if it was still there.  But I digress.  What I found that I didn't put down was the collected short stories of Erskine Caldwell, the guy who wrote Tobacco Road and God's Little Acre (which I just finished reading [well, listening to on tape...]).  So I picked it up and ended up not putting it down.  It followed us to the cash register, then to Tasty World where it listened to some good music (three bands played that night, we only listened to Sight Unseeen because the second one, Johnny on the Short Bus, was so loud my pants were vibrating (hey, now...)), soaked up some beer from the table, and then drove us home.  No, well, Tasty World has cider on tap, and, well...

The reason we were at Tasty World in the first place...  see, I was at Loco's picking up a pre-rugby practice snack and it was going to take them a few minutes to make my sandwich so I walked next door to Wherehouse Music (which I despise, incidentally) (they don't get a link) to look around.  They had a SubHumAns album that I didn't have yet, so I picked it up (it was like six bucks), then I went and checked and they had the new Tom Waits album.  I pick it up and lust after it, only to see that it's $18.  I think to myself that maybe it's just an expensive album, which makes no sense.  So then I remember Crosby Stills Nash and Young had just released an album and, while I don't like Crosby Stills or Nash, I really like Young.  It's $18, too.  I drop 'em both and head out the door where a lovely little sandwich lies waiting.

So I head downtown, fight Athens parking, and end up at Big Shot records (I don't like them, either, because they tend to sell not just bootlegs but pirated recordings) where Mule Variations is only $13, as is Looking Forward.  So I'm happy, get my two CD's, and as I'm heading out the door I see the Sight Unseen poster on the wall...  but I already told you about that.

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