nerd. geek. doink
Would you think less of me if I professed my love for parades? More specifically for marching bands? There’s just a point as the drum section is passing me and I get a little hitch in my throat. Seriously. And I’m not one to go to live theater or dance events, but there are times of pure artistry and expression that just ping me right in the solar plexus. And I’m embarrassed to admit I get a little misty. Mortifying.
