We didn’t do a whole lot for Father’s Day this year. Aside from certain people, possibly named DadGoth, passively-aggressively trolling for more goodies – we only got him a few things.
One of them was a ticket from the first Lollapalooza made into a magnet by The Weird Sisters. It was one of the concerts we went to not long after we got married. What a weird day. I never thought I would get into a philosophical discussion about Wicca with a bunch of Army paratroopers fresh from boot camp. Weird, weird day. DadGoth was pretty happy with it – he said he tells people all the time he went to the “most unlikely place to hear Siouxsie and the Banshees”. He also got a set of new liquid measuring cups, which he’s been wanting for a while.