And even if I had a car, all I could do is drive out to some stupid mall, if I'm lucky, play some fucking video games, smoke a joint and get stupid.

- Christian Slater as Hard Harry in Pump up the Volume

I bumped into R— on Saturday morning, and we had our usual conversation. It goes something like this:

R—: How's your week been?
Josh: [Prattles on for five minutes, summarizing the socially active week that covered a wide scope of activities with at least half a dozen different people.]
R—: Why are your experiences always so much more positive than mine or anyone else's I know?

Maybe I just look harder, but I know I'm not alone. Angela and I were out on Saturday with RBR and the Geech (now that sounds like a sitcom), and the topic came up. I think Angela's words were something like this: "I'm so sick of people saying there's nothing to do here!"

This was said after we met at the Coffee Pavilion, wandered over to Pastabilities for dinner, stopped in at Sound Garden, and then plopped ourselves on chairs in Armory Square to listen to live jazz – after they had blocked off all the streets so restaurants could put tables on them and serve people dinner while they listened to music.

And then we went over to Ohm. And I bumped into G&K at Bull and Bear on the way back to the car, so I spent a little longer downtown, this time getting to hear some live music in Hanover Square.

Yeah, I really do wonder why my experiences are so different from R—'s, but I just can't imagine not having anything to do in this town.