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I think I might have a problem. I’m a *TEENY* bit addicted to twitter, and it’s starting to reflect in my everyday conversations. A couple of weekends ago I went to Virginia to visit some friends and I swear every couple of sentences it was “Oh yeah, I saw that on twitter!” or “Didn’t you tweet about that the other day?”. I have a friend that I go to lunch with on a regular basis and now instead of saying “see ya later” when she drops me back off at the office it’s almost always something like “tweet ya later”. Ay yi yi.
You know it’s a problem when you’re saying “Yeah the other day on twitter my friend was saying….oh wait, fuck me, it was Ashton Kutcher.”
Yes, I realize I haven’t blogged in ages, but I’m just going to start fresh and pretend that little break never happened. Ok? Ok.
This birthday month has been quite the roller coaster. Corypalooza 27 has definitely had it’s share of ups and downs. Friday night my friend (we’re going to call him Mr. Bojangles) and I were going to go to my high school homecoming football game. I haven’t been to a high school football game since I GRADUATED high school, but it sounded like fun. Earlier in the week I had told Mr. Bojangles a story from my senior year of high school. Leslie and I were “Senior Women”, which was a group that paired you up with a football player and you did things for him every week before the game-things like baking him cookies, decorating his locker with signs, etc. Well, Leslie and I were always the odd ones in whatever group we were in, so one week instead of baking him something or bringing him candy, we decided to bring our football player a fish. We were so proud of ourselves. I remember going to school with the fish and thinking “this is the best idea ever…no one ELSE is going to get a cool fish”. Seeing the look on his face as we handed him the fish in the big bowl immediately made me re-think things. He was a good sport about it, but I don’t think he was thrilled that he had to carry a fish around with him all day. Anywhoo, Mr. Bojangles thought it would be funny to bring me a fish before the game on Friday night. I would NEVER have willingly gone and gotten a fish. They die entirely too easily and I CANNOT handle death. I also thought it might not be a good idea since I have two bitches sweet cats in my apartment already. Mr. Bojangles said he thought everything would be fine and that we would go to Petsmart in the morning and get Kate E. Tiger a good home to live in. I started getting excited about her. I wanted to give her the best little fishy life possible. It breaks my heart to see fish in those teeny tiny bowls, so I wanted to get her something amazing to live in. I wanted to keep her tank clean, I wanted to feed her the perfect amount of delicious fish food every time, I wanted to keep a smile on her little fishy face. I even woke up several times that night to check on her-holding the bag up and talking to her and seeing her cute little fishy lips move back and forth. The next morning we went to Petsmart and got the CUTEST pink mermaid aquarium and some fish food for her. We went home and Mr. Bojangles immediately started taking the aquarium out of the box to get things set up. I went to check on Kate E. Tiger, and she was floating. FLOATING! THAT MEANS SHE WAS DEAD!! I was SO sad. I’m still sad when I think about her cute little fishy face. I’m glad Mr. Bojangles was there to take care of things, because I couldn’t have handled it. He let me have some alone time to mourn the loss while he took the mermaid aquarium and fish food back to Petsmart.
Saturday night we went to see Girl Talkat Warehouse Live. It was amazing. A-MA-ZING. I’m pretty sure we were the oldest ones there, and we had to wait in line for approximately 3 bazillion hours, but it wasn’t that bad because I brought my Sponge Bob sippy cup full of vodka and OJ. Didn’t I just say I was the oldest one at the show? HA! Anywhoo, this guy is frickin great. He has SO MUCH ENERGY on stage and you just can’t help moving with the music. It was fun to see everyone getting into it so much. The stage was packed with people all around him, and he never stopped moving. Being the old people that we are, we left the show around 11:30 and headed home since we had plans to go to the Renaissance Festival with my sister and Larz the next day.
My sister said she wanted to leave at 8, which meant we finally left her house around 9. I sat my alarm clock, got up early, got dressed, picked up donuts and kolaches for everyone, AND got to her house by 8, but of course she wasn’t ready! We all had a really fun day, though. Lots of mead, a little sun, some fairies, some wenches, some hot nuts, some roasted corn, some elephant rides, a little jousting, a corset that was insanely tight…good times, good times.
renaissance seeesters
All systems are go for your message to Cory!
Hey, Cory!
It’s your birthday!
I’m in charge of the stars and I’m here to say
Hey Cory, you’re the BIG STAR today!
My name is Zoom and I live on the moon
but I came down to earth just to sing you this tune
cuz, Cory, It’s your birthday today!
A present for you I wanted to find
An outerspace creature
A one of a kind!
A wild whop or a kukelchoo,
An apple drop or a buzzardstew
Or maybe a 3-eyed tickleshay
For your birthday
Did you ask:”uh, what’s a kukelchoo?”
Well, up on the moon it’s nothing new
But that won’t do for you,
On your birthday!
I searched behind the clouds and stars
I even zoomed my bike to Mars
And met my friend the saucer man
And he said: “Hey Zoom I got the bestest plan!
What your friend needs is something new,
So how about a song, just from YOU?”
And so tonight when you’re in bed
I’ll be singing to you as I zoom overhead
Singing, Cory! Happy Birthday
Singing, Cory! Happy Birthday
Singing, Cory! Happy Birthday to you!
Happy Birthday, Cory! See you next year!
I couldn’t resist posting my birthday song again this year. I just love it. I really need to order a CD with this on it…I lost my tape years ago. Last night my family took me out to dinner and I started singing this in the middle of the restaurant. Then Mom asked Sara if she still had HER birthday song tape, which made me laugh because…who is she trying to kid? We all know that I’m her favorite and Sara never got a birthday song tape. Larz thought it would be funny to go and tell the waitress it was my birthday so that they would come out and sing to me and make me wear a funny hat and put whip cream on my nose. Little did he know that I was going to grab him and smear it all over his face, too. Sucka. I got a book about Sarah Palin from my mom, which I can’t wait to read, and Sara and Larz got me this BEAUTIFUL heart shaped thing to put on my wall. It actually looks like my first tattoo-a heart with angel wings. Anywhoo, I don’t know how to describe it. I’ll have to take a picture of it. They both gave me great cards, too…I’m usually not a huge fan of birthday cards, but when your nephew writes “Happy Birthday Auntie…what a pisser” inside the card, it makes me enjoy it a lot more. He wasn’t going to show my mom the card. He knew she wouldn’t like that he wrote it, but it cracks me up. On the way home from the restaurant he was upset at me for putting the whip cream on him, so he was telling me “I don’t even LIKE YOU!” Then it was quiet and I said “what a pisser”. My mom tried not to laugh. She failed.
Anywhoooooo-it’s Happy Hour time with the coworkers, so I’m gonna skidaddle. Yay for a month of birthday celebrations!!
Filed under: she works hard for the money
The main reason I was so bummed when I left my old job was because I had such a great relationship with my co-workers. My work family there was the best work family ever, and I miss them SO much. Coming to my new job was QUITE different. It’s not that these people are mean/rude, they just don’t socialize (at least at work) like we did at the old place. Although to be fair, I think we did WAY more socializing at that place than most work environments. Getting free massages in my cubicle from co-workers is pushing it I guess. Anywhoo, I’m really happy that slowly but surely some members of my NEW work family are coming around. “How” you might ask…
By making voodoo dolls of me out of styrofoam cups and putting knives through it.
*tear*
It makes me all warm and fuzzy inside.
Earlier today I sent out an email to everyone telling them that the refrigerator was going to be cleaned out tomorrow and they needed to get their crap out or I was going to throw it away. I got an email back from one of the guys. It was very short and to the point.
“You touch my Ho Hos you die”
To which I responded…
“Oh look…on my list of things to throw away…#1-Larry’s Ho Hos. I’m not scared.”
A little while later I was sitting at my desk quietly working on something. Larry came up, slammed the cup on my desk, and walked off. As soon as I saw what it was I busted out laughing. This is the kind of shit I love.
styrofoam cup voodoo doll
Notice the Ho Ho in my hand...nice detail, Larry!
This afternoon when I got back from lunch I was having BAD anxiety. I’m not sure why, but it sucked. When I told Cindy, she suggested that I go to another one of our co-workers and ask if he’d hold my hand and play with my hair-two things that help me calm down when I’m having an anxiety attack. I guess when I walked away she went into his office and asked him for me (as a joke). Then she came and told me “he said he would”. I laughed and sat back down at my desk, and then he IMed me…”bring scissors”.
I’m really starting to enjoy this place.
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To Whom It May Concern:
I am writing this letter to inform you of my frustration regarding the utter lack of updates I’ve received from the website in your ownership entitled ‘SOME OF US ARE CLOWNS‘.
My job is extremely demanding and as such, I am often forced during the course of my work week to spend hours in front of the computer while doing tedious repetitive formulas, tasks, and phone calls. During this time, I spend my free moments updating myself on the news and reading various websites on such subjects that I find interesting. Your website falls under the latter category.
Up until recently I have enjoyed these seemingly random updates provided by you. Up until recently these bits of written prose have assisted me most greatly in my daily battle with human monotony.
During the past few weeks you have apparently decided that your website does not require the same level of attention and activity as you have come to deliver to your audience. I am writing you now to complain and implore you please correct this injustice.
If we, your reading audience, are not worthy the attention we until recently received then we request to be notified of the new direction this site is moving towards. You owe us that much.
Please understand, that this letter is not written to you in anger, we are the victim and are simply trying to understand why after so long you have chosen to forsake us.
Should you choose to ignore this letter, as you’ve ignored your reading audience these past weeks, please be aware that will be adding insult to injury and to be frank. I don’t think I deserve that.
I sincerely hope that you return to your normal updating patterns and that this site has only been forgotten for a short while. If not, please be humane and tell us now, before more time is lost wanting.
Sincerely,
The Audience
Filed under: friends
You’ve been gone almost a month, but I just found out today. I couldn’t believe it…I still can’t really. April texted me yesterday and asked if I had gotten a phone call from your mom recently. Immediately I felt like something was wrong, but I tried to get that thought out of my head. I got another text from April this morning, telling me she had talked to your mom and that you had passed away on August 29th. I left work and cried all the way home, and I’ve been crying ever since. I didn’t get to have you in my life for nearly enough time, but I’m so thankful for the time I did get to have you. I wish we would have been able to see each other after you moved back to Austin, although I loved the random IMs and late night texts. I don’t usually save and lock text messages, but for some reason I locked the last one you sent me so it couldn’t accidentally get deleted. “I love you mama…and I miss you, too” you wrote-I love you, Terry. When I got home I went looking through my iPod for songs that would help me deal with what I was feeling. I didn’t get to any sad songs, though. I had to stop it at Fergie. With huge tears running down my cheeks I actually got a smile on my face thinking of all the late nights at work when it was just you and me…our late night sing-a-longs were so much fun. If they only knew what we were doing up there in the call center, huh? Spinning around in our chairs singing Copa Cabana, Luck Be a Lady, and of course….Fergie. There are a million memories of you that I will cherish forever. Rigging the “Secret Santa” game so that you could get that damn chia pet sheep I bought that you NEVER put the seeds in, the My Little Pony twins-Trixie & Pixie-that sat in your cubicle, late night photo shoots at work with props from various desks, shopping, JRs, drinking dirty martinis (Fergies), South Beach, our official Irish drinking gloves, go-go dancers that we both enjoyed…
I miss you terribly already, and I can’t get over this feeling of being punched in the stomach. I love you so much, and you brought more to my life than you will ever know. I’m so sad to have lost you, but comforted to know that I have an AMAZING angel looking out for me now.
I had a feeling this was going to happen.
I had every intention of being a hard ass. Not giving in to the ridiculous ticket prices. Being strong. Telling myself I didn’t need to go to the Counting Crows show. Telling myself that everything would be OK.
Eh, not so much.
I went to Liz’s apartment for coffee last Thursday. Yes, one of my best friends that I just happened to meet through the very band I’m talking about. Their message board brought us together. Anywhoo, Thursday night was where it started to get tough. I was getting really sad thinking about missing the show-especially since I was already hanging out with Liz. It seemed so ridiculous that the next night our favorite band in the whole wide world was going to be in our city and we were going to miss it. I left her apartment feeling really bummed and put on Across a Wire and sang along. On my way home my phone rang. It was Josh, who I hadn’t talked to in quite awhile. I figured if he was calling there was a good reason and I should probably pick it up, so I did.
Me: Heeeey-how are you?
Josh: I’m good, what are you doing?
Me: Just driving home…what are you doing?
Josh: GETTING READY FOR THE CROWS TOMORROW NIGHT!!!!
FUCK, FUCK, FUCKITY FUCK FUCK.
I knew he wasn’t calling to upset me. He assumed (just like pretty much everyone else in my life) that I was going to be at the show. There was definitely some awkward silence after I told him I wasn’t going. He offered to buy me a ticket. I thanked him and said no thanks and told him to have a good time at the show. Then I hung up, turned the music up louder, and cried the rest of the way home.
Friday morning wasn’t any better. I probably should have taken Counting Crows out of the CD player, because it bummed me out even more listening to it on the way to work. I was talking to Nate on the phone, and I was sooo sad. I just wanted SOMEONE to understand that. I get that not everyone is this passionate about music or a certain band, but at that moment I just really needed someone to get it. He tried to be understanding, but the “it’s gonna be ok” and “it’s not the end of the world” comments only made me want to punt his head like a football. Of course he was right…it wasn’t the end of the world. This poor guy had just spent half of his week in a shelter because of the hurricane and here I was whining about missing a concert. I understand, but…still. As soon as I got to work I made my mind up that I was going to try to find a ticket. I found a 3rd row ticket on eBay that was a reasonable price, but the auction didn’t end for a really long time. Knowing nothing about eBay really, I emailed the seller and asked if I could just buy the ticket for a certain amount. The seller was really nice, but said unfortunately someone had already bid on it and she hadn’t put a “buy it now” price down, so I would need to bid on it. I explained that the auction didn’t end until AFTER the concert started, so she told me that if I bid and was the high bidder, she would close the auction at 4. Ok, fair enough. I was the highest bid for most of the day, and then of course I got outbid. Grrr. I only had to up my bid twice though, and I was on the edge of my seat at 4 o’clock waiting for that ticket to be mine. Except that the auction didn’t end. I emailed and asked her nicely if she was going to be able to end the auction early because I was going to be leaving work soon. Still nothing. At 4:40 I FINALLY heard back from her. She apologized and said that she had been running errands and it took longer than expected. I didn’t care, that ticket was miiiiiiiiiine. I was practically skipping through the office for the last 20 minutes, unable to wipe the smile off my face. I knew I wouldn’t have time to make it all the way home to change clothes and then all the way to the show in time, but luckily I had worn jeans and flip flops to work that day. I just stopped after work and bought a t-shirt to throw on and I was good to go. It was a long ass drive to the venue, and by the time I got there I only caught one of Augustana’s songs, but I really enjoyed them. I was happy that I wouldn’t have to wait long before my boys went on stage. The seat was INCREDIBLE and there were older couples on each side of me that were really nice. They opened with Mrs. Potter’s Lullaby, which is definitely one of my favorites. It was great to be at the show alone, singing and dancing along and just being able to get into the music more than I would be able to if I had someone there with me. I also stood the entire time, which actually upset a couple of people in the rows behind me. That is something that pisses me off more than anything in this world-do NOT go to a concert and then bitch and moan about people standing up. It’s a fucking concert. I didn’t pay that much money to sit on my ass. I paid that much money to FEEL the music…dance around…throw my arms in the air. If you want to sit down then stick to Kenny G concerts. I’m usually willing to do a LOT to make other people happy, but sitting down at concerts is definitely not one of them. I WILL get feisty. Anywhoo, the rest of their show was great. I, of course, loved every single song they played. After they were finished I went to meet up with my friend Jennifer, who had been texting me during Counting Crows saying things like “are you crying yet?”. We grabbed a beer and stood around chit-chatting until it was time for Maroon 5 to go on. I couldn’t care less about that band, so I let her have my ticket so she could get up close and take some pictures of HER Adam. I didn’t stick around for all of Maroon 5. I left and walked around to see if I could find the tour buses, and I sure did. Too bad there were cops and security guards everywhere. By the time I actually found the buses the concert was over with and groups of people were starting to walk out. I must have been told 20 times to move, but I just kept walking away and coming back. By the time the crowd left, there were only 5 of us waiting there. We kept getting shooed away by the cops on horses, but we always came right back the second they went away. The cops were watching us…we were watching them. There were points when we were hiding in bushes. There were times when we were sitting in the road. We kept trying to come up with a plan, but we were getting nowhere. Luckily 2 of the girls were really awesome. They were both 20-there to see Maroon 5. I was actually the only one of us that was there to try to see Adam DURITZ. We waited…and waited…and waited. We finally decided to leave when one of the cops came back and told us that it was our last warning. Somehow the tone in his voice made me believe him. My sister said she would bail me out of jail, but I didn’t want to ruin her night. The 2 girls that I made friends with drove me back to the orange lot that I was parked in and I made my way back home. It was a great show and I’m so happy that everything worked out and I got to go. Even though waiting around all night got us nowhere, it was an adventure and I had fun with the other crazy fans.
Just when I thought things were over…
I forgot to mention that during the time we were waiting around outside for an autograph I was on the phone with my sister. I kept asking her what I should do. I needed her support…her encouragement. I sure do love my seeester.
“Don’t give up…you can do it! I’ll bail you out if you get arrested.”
She stayed with me on the phone for hours, even while I was talking to the other people in the group. I just needed her there for support I guess. Then she says, “I’m emailing Adam.”
“You’re doing what?”
L-O-L.
“Yeah…I’m just telling him that you’re out there by the tour bus and that he needs to come out and see you. That you have loved him for over 10 years and he owes it to you.”
I couldn’t stop laughing at the thought of my sister emailing him in the middle of the night telling him this…and then today on my way home I got a call from her.
“Adam responded to my email.”
“Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat? BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA forward it to me! Forward it to me!”
—————– Original Message —————–
From: ad
Date: Sep 8, 2008 6:22 PM
We left after we played in Houston. We were back at the hotel by 10pm
—————– Original Message —————–
From: Sara
Date: Sep 5, 2008 11:21 PM
It’s 12:15 am after your show in Houston, Tx. My sister is waiting outside your tour bus. She’s the only fucking person there to see you. There are five people total. The other four are there for Maroon 5. Still, there are five horse-cops patroling. Step out and sign her ticket. She’s loved you for over ten years. You owe it to her. I love you, too, but you need to get over yourself just a tad. Dane Cook signed her ticket, for goodness sake. She’s not gonna jump on you, I promise. Unless that’s what you want.
Sara
Have I mentioned how much I love my seeester? Although I’m sure that email made Adam more terrified than thinking “aww how sweet, my biggest fan”-but I still love that she wrote it. I love it even more that he wrote back like “hey jackass, it wasn’t my tour bus…we were gone.” And now I’m SO THANKFUL that we never were allowed to go back to where the tour buses were. Imagine how SHITTY that would have been if the security people finally said “oooooook, fine-you guys can go back there” and I’m walking around with butterflies in my stomach all excited saying “where the hell is Adam?” and someone says “he’s right there” and then I would have to say “no, no, no-not that skinny douchebag Adam Levine, I’m talking about the GOOD Adam…” and they would say “oh, they left hours ago.”
I don’t know if I’m supposed to feel flattered or pissed off that my video is on several different blogs. I guess I’ll just be happy that I’m spreading the Counting Crows love. Here is MY video….a nice little moment from the concert that I caught on tape.
And a few pictures…although the last one is really blurry, it’s my favorite one of the night. I was the only one standing up at that time, and he came right over and put his arms out and looked at me.
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- my friend Jenny (aka Gerdy) and I at the show
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- Adam s-s-s-singing
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- the boys
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- Adam
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- Adam and Immy
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- want a hug?
Filed under: venting
Ugh. I can’t sleep, so I’ve been up reading all kinds of stupidity online regarding Sarah Palin and all the ridiculous reasons people think she isn’t a good fit for VP. I really hate politics. It certainly brings out the worst in people. It’s blowing my mind some of the things people are saying. I’m all about people supporting whichever party they choose to-in fact, I think it’s great. Standing for something. Believing in something. I would never try to push my beliefs on someone else. I HATE talking about politics. Believe whatever you believe. Support whichever party you want. Great. Yay. Good for you. BUT….if the only support you are giving to your side is to talk shit about the other side??? Well, you suck.
It’s 7:30AM on a Saturday-a Saturday where I have absolutely nowhere that I HAVE to be. What in the world is wrong with me? Sleeping in is one of my most favorite things to do in the whole wide world. Not to mention that both of my girls are in bed with me right now, which makes sleeping in on Saturday even more fun-doing it as a family. Speaking of the cats being in bed with me, why do their bitch asses always lay JUST far enough away from me to where I have to stretch my arm out just a little to be able to touch them with the tips of my fingers? I KNOW they do this on purpose, and I know that they know it pisses me off. They definitely only want to be loved on when they decide it’s time-otherwise, BACK OFF.
Surely the whole waking up thing is not my body getting older and getting into some crazy routine of waking up early every day. That would be awful! I’m hoping that it was just the bad dreams I was having and the dog outside my window who’s bark sounds like a sick monkey. Yes, I’m sure that’s it. Now that I’m awake there are about a million things I could be doing-that I SHOULD be doing-but I grabbed my computer instead. I may be awake, but that doesn’t mean I have to leave my bed anytime soon, yo! Last night was sooo much fun. Liz texted me earlier this week (and by earlier I mean on Monday AND at 4:35 in the morning) to tell me that William Fitzsimmons was going to be in town and that we needed to go to the show. Unfortunately I am very…very…very…VERY (I hope you get the point and send me money-or concert tickets-heyooo!) broke at the moment, but when I let her know that I was broke she said that she would get the tickets. Actually, the whole text conversation went exactly like this:
Liz: Um, Fitzy is playing here on Friday. You in?
Me: I would love to, but I’m so broke. How much are tickets?
Liz: Bitch please! You’re going! I just want to make sure you are available before I buy tickets.
Have I said lately how much I love Liz? Because I do. I love her. And Liz? Liz loooooves Fitzy. Fitzy is to Liz what Adam and Will Hoge are to me. Man I used to love those things in school…but anywhooo-the show was last night, and it was really great. I tweeted (twittered? twitted? I still have no idea what to say) the other day that I’m going to take a long break from spending my money on ridiculously priced concert tickets. I want to give my money to the musicians that are going to appreciate me spending $20 on a ticket to see them. Anywhoo, if I start talking about ticket prices I’m going to go off on a rant, so I’ll end this little tea party right now.
I just had to take a 20 minute break from writing this because Moe decided she wanted to be loved on. If I don’t drop everything and love them as soon as they want me to then they will walk away and there is no telling how long it will be until they want me to love on them again. I swear Puss knows that most of the time I will drop what I’m doing because it’s so RARE that she’s in a sweet and loving mood. I don’t think it’s a coincidence that 90% of the time this bitch wants me to love on her when I’m running late. And what do I do? I put my purse down and love on her of course. Pathetic! So Moe came up and wanted to lay on my chest and I put the computer to the side and told her she could. Then she started making biscuits. The back and forth with her paws like she is kneading dough-ya follow? If she really wanted to be sweet she would go in the damn kitchen and make me some ACTUAL biscuits. Her version of making biscuits is always really sweet for ooooh about 5 seconds-then it just starts feeling more like chinese water torture-or the way my grandma used to scratch my back-back and forth in the SAME spot for 20 minutes until there was a spot on your back that was red and bleeding. Oh yes, that stopped feeling good about 20 seconds in, but you don’t have the heart to tell your grandma “your back scratching skills suck, yo” – so instead you just lay there getting more and more frustrated and angry at how awful this feels when getting your back scratched is supposed to feel so good. You start wondering if she knows exactly what she is doing. Is she TRYING to make me crazy? Does my grandma HATE ME? And is THIS why my grandpa doesn’t even sleep in the same bed with her anymore? Did he just snap one night after one too many bad back scratches and tell her to find a new place to sleep?
Wow, where was I? Ah yes, Fitzy and his big ole beard. I went to Liz’s place right after work because she lives very close to where I work and also very close to the venue. We changed clothes, did our makeup, listened to a little Julia Nunes on the computer, and then headed out. She wanted to get there early so that we could get right up front. THANK YOU GOD FOR BRINGING SOMEONE TO MY LIFE THAT IS NOT A LAME ASS AND THAT UNDERSTANDS THAT GOING TO A SHOW MEANS SACRIFICE. THINGS LIKE WAITING IN LINE FOR A LONG TIME FOR THE DOORS TO OPEN SO THAT YOU CAN GET CLOSE TO THE STAGE AND WAITING FOR AWHILE AFTER THE SHOW SO THAT YOU CAN ACTUALLY MEET THE PERFORMERS. I’ve been waiting a long time for a friend that understands these things about going to a show and feels the same way that I do. Liz is that person for me. We got there early enough so that we were right in front-center stage. It took everything I had in me to not punch the asshole behind me when Fitzy came out on stage and the guy yelled “yaaay Brooke”-I didn’t punch him, but I did turn around and say “fuck you”-which I know isn’t lady like, but come on…the guy deserved much more than that. If you’re going to come to a live show, you need to have respect for all the performers, and all of the PEOPLE that MIGHT not be there to see the same damn person you are going to see. Yes, that means SHUTTING THE HELL UP when anyone starts singing, and most DEFINITELY do not yell out the other performer’s name when the opener comes on stage. What a douche. If you don’t like the person playing, go outside and hang with the door guy-which is exactly what Liz and I did when the other performer went on stage. We had to stick around till the show ended so we could talk to Fitzy, so we just spent the 2nd half of the evening sitting outside on the steps talking to Abduli-or something? That’s his made up name. Hanging out with him outside was much more enjoyable than standing inside and sweating to music I didn’t really care about-PLUS he put the suction cup pole thing (I believe that is the technical name for it) on my head and let Liz take a picture. When we walked outside he was putting up the letters on the sign. That is what the suction cup pole thing is used for. Thanks to our new friend’s fancy shmancy radio thingy (again, I’m sure this is the technical name) we knew when the show ended and were able to head back inside to say hi to Fitzy. I’m not sure how or why, but we didn’t really even have to wait in line? One minute we were waiting there for him and the next minute he was just…there. Maybe he’s magic? Maybe the beard holds magical powers? At least that’s what I’m going to tell myself from now on…and he will be known to me as “Fitzy and his big ole magical beard”. He told me last night that it was ok that I called him “Fitzy” and then I had to tell him I always add “and his big ole beard” to the end of that. Luckily he didn’t seem to mind that, either. He called us his “set list friends” because as soon as he stopped playing I was saying “Fitzy, Fitzy, I want the set list!” and he gave it to me-yay! What made it better than other set lists was that it was written on 1/4 of a paper plate. I had him sign it of course. Anywhoo, it was a really great night. I enjoy Fitzy.
