Love Like Fire, Sick Like Cold

This past Friday, I had an experience with some friends that I'm just now being able to enjoy for what it was. I had been rather sick with a cold this past week, much to my displeasure and discomfort. Bleh. But I'm feeling much better.

One of my friends who now lives far south of me came up for the weekend and invited myself and a couple of our mutual friends to go out for dinner. Sometime beforehand, one of her friends also invited himself. We went to this place in Provo called Spicy Thai. Their curry filled me with a biting happiness, though I regretfully got one of their lesser dishes. Oh well.

The guy who invited himself- we'll call him Jimmy -flouted his personality, which I found rather... how should I say... contrary to my own preferences. Yes. Throughout the evening, I bit back more than a few irate remarks, and to my not-so-secret pleasure, one of my aforementioned invited friends- we'll call her Jana, mostly 'cause that's her name -did not contain her counter-ideas as much. However, my ebbing cold still made dinner rather uncomfortable for me, since I didn't want my over-active pipe work to make itself evident, nor did I want to keep going to the bathroom, etc., etc. Still, all-in-all, we enjoyed the meal.

Afterward, Jana had to leave for a party, unfortunately, so the ratio of my friends to Jimmy lessened. We went to this place in Provo for small rock concerts (I haven't been able to come up with a more succinct name for such a place). Initially, the concert was alright. The first band rocked it up (loudly), and I would have gladly apprenticed to the bass guitarist if I thought it feasible. My jaw dropped at his skill no little amount.

At this point, however, my cold began rearing its ugly, stuffy head. We took a spot to one side of the stage not too far from a large speaker. I was sure the music could be heard from two blocks away with the door shut as it was; our proximity caused my head to pound even more. I decided to take my leave of the others and find a place farther back, where I stayed for the remaining three hours of the concert (type-thingy).

The second band to play caught my interest. The band was Love Like Fire from Sacramento, and they had a singular difference to the other three groups that played. Their lead singer was this small young Asian woman. Now, it's not my intent to seem racist nor sexist, as I'm not really either. That said, I admit to being slightly skeptical, not of their skill as a band, but as their ability to conform to the rock standard. In a way, I was right to be skeptical. They weren't like most rock bands. They were quite Indie, and it provided a refreshing change to the screamy, anarchistic lyric performed by the other bands there. I would suggest readers to check out their website. My favorite song on their site is "Signs." And should any member of that band happen upon this forum (out of some odd fluke) I'd like to applaud them again.

The remainder of the evening consisted of urusai* music, having a couple cars towed, walking to the towing place in the cold evening, an unhappy Richard, and ended with me going quickly to sleep, lest the day find it fit to torment me further. Bah.

Anyway, my cold is better now and I'm late for class. Check out the band!

Ciao!

*urusai: (oo-roo-sigh) adj. 1. to be loud; 2. to be annoying in a noisy manner.

Update (Sorta): I just got out of class. We took our midterm test today, and I was probably a little less than prepared. Ah well. One of the questions was "How would Aristotle describe the Habit of Virtue?" or something similar. I drew a blank. I put the blank back and decided to miss the question with style. My response: "Most likely in Greek and in a rather verbose manner."

I think I got it wrong.