So we were in Cooperstown yesterday. Last night our friends Joy and Gary attended the Modest Mouse concert. It was cold and rainy and outdoors. Joy dropped Gary off at 5 pm (gates opened at 5), then she left to meet him around 8:40.
Because the concert was packed, Joy had to park in a lot a solid 15 minutes away, then take a shuttle. She arrived at the facility, but had no idea where Gary was situated. Cell service was spotty.
This is the brilliant texting rant that ensued. Used with Joy’s joyful permission …
Some side notes: “Pusses” was supposed to be “pissed”—but is 1,000 times better as “pusses.” Also, at some point, midway through the show, Joy gave up on the search and decided to enjoy the show. Which she did. She even started dancing with people. Then one guy, according to Joy, grabber her hand and placed it on his boner.