return of the alvarez
By anders pearson 17 Jan 2002
finally met up with my friend julintip for a drink tonight.
<p>we live a mere 6 blocks apart but haven’t seen each other in over a year (she claims she was “busy” with work and stuff. excuses, excuses…). weird seeing someone you used to hang out with on a regular basis after a year apart. too much happens over a year to remember and regurgitate into conversation. i feel like i must have missed a lot of important stuff.</p>
<p>anyway, the big victory for the evening is that i got my acoustic guitar that i had lent her back. as much as i love my electric, there’s something about sitting back on the couch strumming an acoustic that comforts and relaxes unlike anything else. most guys (make that <em>all</em> guys) start playing guitar because they think it will get them chicks. eventually it becomes a close friend and confidant. you can tell your guitar things that you would never tell a living person; you can tell it the things that you don’t even understand well enough to express in words yet. a little part of me dies everytime i see a rock star smash a guitar at the end of a concert.</p>