I saw them before midnight, making it yesterday.
By a weird twist of fate, I scored tickets to see Sunny Day Real Estate last night.
At the Troc.
Where the kids go. But because I carry ID these days, I can get upstairs.
Lauren and I:
(it always takes a couple tries because I have the world's smallest head and I need to figure out where to put my head next to someone else's in order to make us look like two normal people and the cameraphone thing never helps matters- if only I could remember to bring a real one out with me)
and her sister and her sister's boyfriend jumped on the 23 from the Pope and headed downtown to see the show for Lauren's birthday.
The music made me feel like it was my birthday.
15 years ago.
Teen angst.
I have more pimples now than I did then. Life is funny like that.
And I have very few things figured out since then.
In fact, I may have known more in the nineties than I know now.
Now I'm just sorta bouncing around here.
Making it look like I'm a grown up.
I hope no one finds out.
We threw some gang signs.
This one is code for two old chicks at the show who have to live out tomorrow with telltale handstamps. We accumulated more as the night wore on.
We threw some whiskeys, but ladies are never photographed with drinks in their hands, so you'll have to use your imagination. I like Powers. She likes Jameson.
It's like the war of the Irish.
Speaking of the Irish, surprises of all surprises, Lauren's boyfriend secretly came home from his super sweet temp gig of rocking Bawno(you probably spell it different) to sleep at night and making sure his days are full of rainbows (srsly, that's actually his line of work) early to wish her the happiest of birthdays. Even more sweet? He found an unclaimed pair of Prada sunglasses lying around the tour somewhere that we all got to try on.
I've never worked a You Too tour, but I'm pretty much sure that when you get paid to piggyback ride the premier KBE around, there aren't too many pairs of unclaimed Prada sunglasses around that aren't, well, you know. That aren't belonging to that guy who wears really expensive sunglasses all over the place. Most people keep track of their expensive accessories.
Crazy, right? What a way to score a pair of shades.
I want designer sunglasses.
But I want to be sure that they aren't going to be mostly worn by a three year old who has a penchant for tossing them aside when the next best thing comes along.
Like a McQueen or a rubber band.
Someday.
Then we walked down to the bar and got another drink and I snuck some crab fries (real ones, not just fries with Old Bay, but fries with jumbo lump crab and cheddar and Old Bay) before heading home.
It's not so bad being us
Being me
on a Thursday
in October.
Remember awhile ago (I'd link, but that takes time.) when I said that I'm working on enjoying who I am NOW rather than grasping at who I was?
It's working out pretty well for me, but it's sure nice to have an old skool night every now and then.
We'll see how I feel about this in the new skool morning.
Four hours from now.
23 degrees {comments}:
you are SO pretty. not just ordinary pretty, but ' oh she's so pretty and interesting and unique and aware looking i want to know her better '
that is all.
I am impressed you sat down and posted when you got home. I haven't been out on a school/work night in...let see, how old is my oldest...3 years and 3 months (lol). BTW, where did you get the REAL crab fires?
Out on a school night...tisk, tisk. If you're anything like me, you are going to suffer just enough to pity yourself at work all day today but not enough to keep you from doing it again. It's one of those lessons you have to learn over and over and over and over again.
1: You have the world's SECOND smallest head... and probably more hair. Trust me on this.
2: You are so damn pretty!
3: Ditto on the pimples. And I'm almost 51. Wussup wit dat?
4: You're best when you're bouncing around, free-form thoughts piling up like sorted laundry. I like it.
5: I gave up whisky when I was 5. Long story.
6: The surest way to lose sunglasses is to buy expensive ones. Even loaner Pradas apply.
"It's not so bad being us
Being me
on a Thursday
in October."
It's not indeed. Hope your new skool morning treats you right.
XO
I can't wait to see what feelings the new skool morning brings.
you have impressive stamina! it's not easy to go out and do a kickass job of partying.
ps. i love my tiny head so much that b calls me tinyhead. embrace your exquisitely small skull shape, it's a beautiful thing :)
Wait, I'm still reeling over the "real crab fries" because I DID NOT KNOW THAT THESE THINGS EXISTED.
Need some NOOOOWWW.
The last time I was at the troc was to see El Vez, so yeah, you can come back baby cause it's been decades almost! Glad you had fun! And I betcha my head is smaller than yours. I actually have to buy kids sunglasses and then scrape the hello kitty/garfield/barbie designs off of the sides. Let's not talk about hats.
Dude...the whole having more pimples now than when I was a teenager thing? Sucks donkey balls, yo. Ugh.
I want to try on Bawno's (ha) sunglasses!
Good for you! Looks like you had lots of fun . . .enough to make you 'laugh out loud when you think about it again and again the next day' sorta fun.
Enjoy your weekend!
My preference is definitely leaning to who you are now anyway. If for no other reason because I'm guessing who you used to be would have only blogged about the hat collection she has to compensate for her tiny, tiny head.
CRAB FRIES???
Why have I not been told about such a thing? Really?? Crab fries???
First you tell me Americans can buy liquor at the grocery store and now this.
I'll trade you either a gay marriage or a doctor's appointment -- your choice! -- for a plate of crab fries.
I have more pimples now too. Darn horomones. BTW, Sam discovered McQueen...Lord help me...Kerchow!
I think it's funny you position yourself in different angles just to deal with the size of your head. LOL! It looks fine to me!
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You party animal. Very cute picture!!
Well, then, big heads must run in the family because mine is also HUGE.
Wait, no...
Oh, and "How it feels to be something on" is still one of my sleeper favorites.
Pretty for sure dear. It is also just right to get some time to do those things that are HARD to get to with families in the picture.
Go as often as you can. You won't regret it later.
i love your haircut!
I had one of those throw back nights- At my sister Bachelorette party- The announcer at the derby was annoying the shiz out of me and I turned to my sis and was like "what a douche!"
Then I realized he was the leader singer of my fave local band in high school "Boris and the Sprinkler"
I listened to them in the coffee bar, suckin' on sweet tarts, smokin' cloves and wearin' my "I like Boris the Sprinkler and I throw like a Fag" t-shirt.
Then and there I decided I am getting old and must loosen up the mom briefs.
going out on a school night is one of the top 5 reason i shall remain childless!
i' a selfish bastard and LOVE it.
i don't do it nearly enough to justify it being a top 5 reason. ^_^
You might enjoy this webcast of Sunny Day Real Estate at the 930 Club on Wednesday: http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=113214405
Sounds fun!
Sounds like you're living like it's noon ;)
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