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11/20/2003: "you don't need a weatherman"
I went out tonight and got completely drenched in the massive downpour while walking through Union Square. I knew I was too steeped in ILM parlance (been reading for almost 3 years now!) when I mulled over the essential question 'torrential downpours: classic or dud?' and thought 'actually, they're kinda classic' while getting completely soaked to my skin -- then freezing, teeth chattering on my way to the bar, thinking 'hmm okay, maybe dud.' Naturally in typical Geeta fashion I remembered to wear knee-high boots in case of rain but completely forgot an umbrella! My partner in crime and I hit a refreshingly quiet Mona's, and I got all sentimental when 'I'm Set Free' hit the jukebox, like I could see my teenage years flashing by me in one big acid-clouded haze, all melting together in one big ooshy-gooshy mess. Mona's started to get crowded, so we hit the Raven and it was all terrible goth music, but it was so nice and warm and comfortable and had the Ice Cream of Beers(tm) on tap so we stayed. Then 'These Days' came on and I lost my train of thought as I was talking, paused, thought 'hmm you know Joy Division was actually a lot more funky than I give them credit for', then thought 'haha'.
'Sorry, what was I saying again?'