How Far Would You Go?

I guess there are two trains of thought for this blog.

Thought #1
Fandom. Fanatical or when it fits your fancy? How far would you go to be a fan? I was talking to a friend this morning about traveling to see music – if you can “see” such a thing. You know what I mean. How far wouldn’t you go? I guess it depends on the who, what, where, when and why. For me, there are no questions, especially when it comes to the music. See you December 2nd.

Thought #2
How far would you go for a friend? Someone took it upon herself to tell me where I stand in the social classification of friendship. Friendship with her. Actually, the way she told me was actually quite comical. It deserves sharing. With you.
We were at a bar, watching younger twenty-somethings dance. Without warning one girl “popped out” of her already revealing outfit. Without missing a beat (literally) her friend tucked her back in. Those who witnessed the incident shared a few smirks and “did you get a load of that?” winks. My (so-called) friend turned to me and announced, “I was trying to think who of my friends I would let to do to me. I’m sorry you aren’t one of them.” Was she trying to insult me? Why tell me that? Was I to be hurt by not being boob worthy? Was it retaliation because I don’t deem her blog worthy? No blog, no boob? Was it a tit for tat statement (pun totally intended)? In a moment of clarity I saw we were on even ground. It works both ways. If she were having a Tara Reid moment I wouldn’t save her from embarrassment. I’m not that kind of friend. I’d let her hang out. That’s how far I would go for this friend.

Hate me if you want to. I know who my friends are.