too much to say...
Well, I haven't posted in such a long time... and now I have too many things to write about. Here's a start:
Well, my friend Mindy came over on Monday, so we could go see Wendy of poundy.com do a reading from her new book. It was very cool, and she talked to us for a few minutes before she signed our books... and she was very funny. :) Regardless of this though, Mindy felt sick. Sometimes, she over-dramatizes things, so I don't know if that's what was going on, or if she was really horribly sick- but she decided that she needed to have her husband come and pick her up, and she lay on the floor of my bedroom until he showed up.
Where's the part where you almost lose your arm, Dana? I'm getting to that...
So, this means that her car is left at my house, and I get to drive it back to her place on Tuesday. Parking in her neighborhood is a pain in the ass, and since I know the code to her gate, I decide to park in her actual area. Getting to the code box is really time consuming and obnoxious, and basically means I need to leave the car running while I go through a door and hop a gate. There are a couple of creepy looking guys walking towards me, about half a block away. I start to worry irrational things about them stealing her car as I leave it running. But wait! My arm can fit through the gate to put in the code!
The code is halfway in when I think to myself, "This gate is going to open on my arm. Hmm... well, I'll just be fast!" I wasn't so fast.
The gate starts opening, squishing my elbow between two sets of iron bars. "OW OW OW FUCK!" I scream. The gate stops moving, and I retrieve my arm, thankfully. I move the car in, go inside, and tell Mindy what happened. I'm crying because I'm traumatized, and she says to me, "Would it make you feel better if I told you I did the same thing?"
Then I start laughing. She then tells her husband, but before I can get mad about it, he says "I did that too!"
They've both been to law school, so I felt a little less stupid. At least if the gate DID rip off arms, I would have 2 other armless freaks to hang out with. (or we would have learned from Steve's mistake since he was the first one to do it.)
Moby was one of the nicest and most mellow shows I've ever been to; crowd wise. We weren't particularly early, but we got right up to the front. There was a roadie running around who was bald with glasses, and I thought for a moment he was Moby. I think he was following the theory of Saddam Hussein or those other dictator guys who have doubles around them, so no one can tell who the real Moby is. I started calling him Faux-by (foby).
Most of the people there were older than me, and definitely different than the teenage angst/bleached blonde bimbos I usually see at shows. Then, a couple of obnoxiously loud BBBs show up behind us, drunk and flirting VERY LOUDLY with the men near them. Their screaming conversations were almost louder than the music for a little while. Someone finally told them to shut up, and they decided to get more beer, and we got to hear the show again.
Overall, it was really great. I had no idea that he played drums; the standing kind, like really big bongos... which are probably still called bongos, I have no idea. The woman singing with him had an amazing voice. He played some new stuff, and more older stuff that I knew... plus some covers by Joy Division and New Order, a song "inspired by Donna Summer", lounge versions of rock songs, and old techno stuff that I want to go buy now. My back was killing me for standing for so long, but it was a really great show. Happy, happy, happy.
To come later:
Last night's show with The Faint and (IMO the overrated) Bright Eyes
Donnie Darko Obsession
Crushed by Chocolate (aka how nice the parents at my school are)
Freaks and Geeks is the best show ever (aka why I love netflix)
Well, my friend Mindy came over on Monday, so we could go see Wendy of poundy.com do a reading from her new book. It was very cool, and she talked to us for a few minutes before she signed our books... and she was very funny. :) Regardless of this though, Mindy felt sick. Sometimes, she over-dramatizes things, so I don't know if that's what was going on, or if she was really horribly sick- but she decided that she needed to have her husband come and pick her up, and she lay on the floor of my bedroom until he showed up.
Where's the part where you almost lose your arm, Dana? I'm getting to that...
So, this means that her car is left at my house, and I get to drive it back to her place on Tuesday. Parking in her neighborhood is a pain in the ass, and since I know the code to her gate, I decide to park in her actual area. Getting to the code box is really time consuming and obnoxious, and basically means I need to leave the car running while I go through a door and hop a gate. There are a couple of creepy looking guys walking towards me, about half a block away. I start to worry irrational things about them stealing her car as I leave it running. But wait! My arm can fit through the gate to put in the code!
The code is halfway in when I think to myself, "This gate is going to open on my arm. Hmm... well, I'll just be fast!" I wasn't so fast.
The gate starts opening, squishing my elbow between two sets of iron bars. "OW OW OW FUCK!" I scream. The gate stops moving, and I retrieve my arm, thankfully. I move the car in, go inside, and tell Mindy what happened. I'm crying because I'm traumatized, and she says to me, "Would it make you feel better if I told you I did the same thing?"
Then I start laughing. She then tells her husband, but before I can get mad about it, he says "I did that too!"
They've both been to law school, so I felt a little less stupid. At least if the gate DID rip off arms, I would have 2 other armless freaks to hang out with. (or we would have learned from Steve's mistake since he was the first one to do it.)
Moby was one of the nicest and most mellow shows I've ever been to; crowd wise. We weren't particularly early, but we got right up to the front. There was a roadie running around who was bald with glasses, and I thought for a moment he was Moby. I think he was following the theory of Saddam Hussein or those other dictator guys who have doubles around them, so no one can tell who the real Moby is. I started calling him Faux-by (foby).
Most of the people there were older than me, and definitely different than the teenage angst/bleached blonde bimbos I usually see at shows. Then, a couple of obnoxiously loud BBBs show up behind us, drunk and flirting VERY LOUDLY with the men near them. Their screaming conversations were almost louder than the music for a little while. Someone finally told them to shut up, and they decided to get more beer, and we got to hear the show again.
Overall, it was really great. I had no idea that he played drums; the standing kind, like really big bongos... which are probably still called bongos, I have no idea. The woman singing with him had an amazing voice. He played some new stuff, and more older stuff that I knew... plus some covers by Joy Division and New Order, a song "inspired by Donna Summer", lounge versions of rock songs, and old techno stuff that I want to go buy now. My back was killing me for standing for so long, but it was a really great show. Happy, happy, happy.
To come later:
Last night's show with The Faint and (IMO the overrated) Bright Eyes
Donnie Darko Obsession
Crushed by Chocolate (aka how nice the parents at my school are)
Freaks and Geeks is the best show ever (aka why I love netflix)