A few weeks ago I went to a Great Big Sea concert in Moncton with a friend of mine, which was of course awesome. Spirit of the West opened for them, and this was also (of course) awesome. Seriously, how often does the opening band get a standing ovation?

What was not awesome: the annoying drunk chick who came up to us during intermission and started talking to my friend. I was knitting and trying to ignore Annoying Drunk Chick, but apparently she was trying to convince us to “lend” her our tickets for some nefarious reason. Then came this exchange, which I swear I am not making up:

Annoying Drunk Chick: Is she knitting or something?
My Friend: Yes, she is knitting.
Annoying Drunk Chick: (to me) Can I say something to you? And don’t take this the wrong way, it’s just because I’m really drunk right now and you probably shouldn’t listen to a word I’m saying. No offense, but—oh, I really shouldn’t say this at all. You should just ignore me.
Me: Now I really want to hear this. It sounds like it’s gonna be good.
Annoying Drunk Chick: Do you have someone special?
Me: What?
Annoying Drunk Chick: Do you have someone special?
Me: Are you going to tell me that I’ll never find a boyfriend if I keep knitting in public?
Annoying Drunk Chick: Something kind of like that, yeah.
Me: Well, if me knitting in public makes somebody not want to go out with me, then they’re not the kind of person I want to go out with, anyway. I’ll do what I want.
My Friend: (to Annoying Drunk Chick) She has a boyfriend. (This is, of course, true, but I saw no need to mention it to Annoying Drunk Chick since it seemed irrelevant to the point I was making.)
Annoying Drunk Chick: Oh, well, that’s good.

Wow. I can’t imagine ever being that rude to a complete stranger. Luckily, she went back to her own seat or wherever and we didn’t see her for the rest of the concert.

After the concert we went to The Old Triangle and after waiting approximately 400 years at the bar for someone to take our drink orders, which they never did, we decided to sit down at our table and wait—that hadn’t worked before, either, but at least we’d get to sit down. Except someone had taken my chair and dragged it over to the next table, and was sitting in my chair, in fact sitting on my coat, even though there were other coatless chairs at the table that they could have borrowed. This someone was none other than… Annoying Drunk Chick!

Yes, the very same. There are 64,128 people in Moncton and exactly one I wanted to avoid, so guess who’s been sitting in my chair. On my coat. Aargh. She seemed very happy to see us. She told the people she was with that she’d borrowed our tickets, although she had not. I guess that’s why she liked us; in her annoying drunken haze, she thought we’d helped her out. Which we hadn’t. Anyway, we weren’t at all happy to see her, so we left. Quickly.

Speaking of someone special, I finished knitting Dashing for my boyfriend (click the picture to make it grow!), and I have gone back to working on a pair of socks that I abandoned and forgot back in the fall.

This is the first armwarmer that I knit. Unfortunately, the cables were a little too tight in this one. I managed to make looser cables in the second armwarmer, but I haven’t taken any pictures of it. Oh, and by the way, my boyfriend really does have fingers, and they aren’t buried in the armwarmer, either. It’s not colossally huge or anything — his fingers are sticking out, but you can’t see them because of the way he’s bending them.

I also made a clock for my boyfriend last month.

It’s a Robert Goulet record, because we are both immensely fond of the SNL skits with Will Ferrell as Robert Goulet. Apparently anything can become a clock if you drill a hole in it and attach a clock mechanism. Obviously, I didn’t have to drill a hole in the record, it being a record, but I did have to embiggen the hole in the middle a little bit with a steak knife.

With this clock, you will always be forewarned of when 3:00 p.m. is coming, when your blood sugar and energy levels are low, and (the ghost of?) Robert Goulet will come and mess with your stuff…

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