The recipe for success in an "evening out" I enjoy usually begins with the application of purple stockings to my small hobbit-feet. Also included is a hummable tune. The rest of it is pretty flexible, but it is a good idea to involve books some way or another. And coffee. Or tea.

But not loud music.

Why is it I seem to be the only one in my ellipse of amiable companions (as opposed to the conformist "circle of friends") that prefers a semi-quietness to the brash emotion of a loud band? Even if the band is really good . . . I'll go to a concert and enjoy being with my friends (that's what really makes the evening anyway), but I can never seem to bring myself to feel a natural affinity for the Eardrum Knockabouts. Can't quite figure out why.

*remains puzzled*

p.s. I've been having a lot of trouble visiting other people's blogs or posting my own updates due to the recent server problems. My brain is slowly filling up with things to write and my paper journals are once again bearing the brunt of my frantic must-write-this-or-something-down's . . . *sigh*