Apparently Keane gave a free concert yesterday over by Tommy Trojan. I probably would’ve gone if I’d heard about it, but it wasn’t announced on the USC website until … today. Thanks, guys. But it’s probably just as well. I would’ve been that guy in back constantly shouting, “Play Somewhere Only We Know!” or, as I think of it, The Only Song By You That I Know. And reportedly they didn’t play it until last, which I would’ve found frustrating, though I guess I can’t blame them. If they played it first, all the people like me would leave right away.
I awoke this morning to a fierce thunderstorm. I thought I must still be dreaming. Before this, not a drop of rain had fallen since I arrived in L.A. Someone told me that rain is so infrequent here that Subway stores give out free sandwiches as a promotion whenever it rains. I find this extremely difficult to believe, but it’s a good urban legend, so I’m doing my best to spread it. I’m too lazy to actually locate a Subway and test this out, but if anyone tries it, let me know how it goes. You never know. I did once get a bunch of free sandwiches plus an enormous bag of slightly stale cookies from Subway (but only because the girl who worked there had a crush on me).
I’m going to try to get tickets for Thursday to go see George Galloway speak. He’s the colorful British MP who bitch-slapped the U.S. Senate over their handling of Iraq.
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