Blonde Chicks Preferred: May 9, 2013

Liam Nordstom: May 9, 2013 

I hung out at Will’s most of the day yesterday. We killed a few thousand zombies as we hashed over the trip to Austin that we took a few weeks back. Our buddy Chris’s band was playing at what we thought was going to be a club but was really a sixth street bar about the size of my bedroom closet.

In such close quarters, our usual hats and sunglasses disguise proved worthless. Most of the patrons left us alone, though—only a few girls approached. But the music blared too loud to talk and they eventually gave up. Someone must have sent out a tweet, ratting out our whereabouts, because, before we knew it, the tiny bar was packed beyond the fire marshal’s limit and they had to stop alcohol sales until it cleared out. We sat at a table with a music promoter that was scoping out Chris’ band and he gave us passes to another concert for the next night.

When Chris finished playing, we snuck out the back, which was our only escape. The crowd outside the front door was a hundred people thick, and we never would have made it back to the hotel exiting that way. The concert the next night was a bigger venue and easier to blend in. Overall, the trip was laid back and after the first night, we didn't have too much trouble moving around Austin. We visited a guitar store and couple vintage shops, and everyone we met was pretty decent.

Will and I hit Leo’s for dinner after our zombie killing spree and he mentioned that Mia had stopped by the day before. He didn't say much else about her, though. I did get him to fess up about the girl that’s captured his attention. He said she’s a college student who he met online. She doesn't know who he really is and I think that works in her favor.

He was pretty guarded about her, though and he seemed taken in a way I'd never seen before. Will and I have dated more than our share of girls and we know what’s out there. Maybe this will work for him for a while. I’m sure it will change after he reveals himself. The sweetest girls turn into raging lunatics the second they realize you’re a celebrity. I don't have to remind Will that. He knows better than I do, and there is no point in crushing his happiness. Time and the media will take care of that.