thoughtcrumbs

Went to see a friend-of-a-friend's bluegrass/funk/jazz band last night. And I'm now in love with a fiddle player. He has the most sparkly blue eyes I've ever seen. And trust me when I say I've never described anyone's eyes as sparkling. He could be an axe murderer or a Republican, even. Why, Moira, when in the presence of musical genius do you sacrifice your brains and wit for drooling groupie syndrome? "You're awesome." Yeah, awesome.