We rocked out yesterday night. Gothboy and I met up in a restaurant. Well, it was a KFC, but that's a restaurant and besides, neither of us had enough cash for anything better. So, we met, we talked, and we ate some goddamn chicken. I heard about the friends Gothboy was traveling with. I could tell he had a bond with them. He was his usual self, talking nonstop. I explained what I had planned for us: a big, rockin' night, because I knew he wouldn't stay long, he never does.
So, I told him, we were gonna hit a small-venue place to watch local indie band
The Desaparecidos. Then, we were heading over to the big
Hawthorne Heights show. He was excited. He tried to pay for both of our meals, but I told him off, and we each covered our own; I knew he didn't have too much money.
Now, if you didn't know, Omaha has a surprisingly big indie rock scene, and I take full advantage of it. We headed over to the little bar/club thingy and listened to
The Desaparecidos roll out some mellow tunes. Desaparecidos are a little band run by Conor Oberst, lead man for
Bright Eyes. He does a great job, and we had a good time.
Afterwards, we went over to the Qwest Center and got settled in our seats about an hour before the show. By rock-fan standards getting there an hour early is pretty late.
Hawthorne Heights was amazing. They were in town promoting their new album
If Only You Were Lonely. They did a full run-through of the album, and added a few fan-favorites. When they played
Ohio is for Lovers, Gothboy and I sang every word.
After the show, a couple of girls (good-lookin', I must say) wanted us to come with them to a party, but Gothboy bowed out. He didn't seem interested in the girls (like I was anyway
), which prompted me to ask him about his love life. I got the short story, and found out a little about Katie. He was a little reserved, and simply assured me: "It's all good, man. I mean, I'm holdin' out for someone. Ya know?"
So, awhile later, very tired, we parted ways. He said he had a hotel room dowtown, so I said goodbye. I stayed awake the rest of the night, and watched the sun come up over the skyline. I had a feeling Gothboy was looking out his window, doing the same.