My friend invited me to go see a touring band called The Nationals. Never heard of them. So I dl'ed all of their songs. They are just ok. Kind of contemporary alt rock whatever. Well crafted but doesn't thrill me. I didn't relish paying money to stand in a smoky club for hours watching a band not rockin' enough to groove to. But I really wanted to hang out with friend and so I looped the songs thru my speakers all day hoping they'd grow on me.

Anyway, we met up at the rendezvous point in the evening and it turns out the show was held the previous night! Yay! Off the hook! So we rode bikes on a midnight stealth mission around the Seattle Center (site of 1962 World's Fair, location of The Space Needle) instead. Much more fun.

The moral? Something about needing to pretend that you like something your friend likes in order to hang out with them. And about how sometimes things work our for the best in spite of expectations. Serendipity?