Water Frontin'

Yesterday was a day of the highest highs and the lowest lows possible. We started out our day by the alarm clock not going off, but it wasn't really a big deal because we had plenty of time to catch the train. Actually, our alarm didn't go off, but the girl's beside me did. I awoke to London Calling this morning, which was fairly awesome. After that we had lame breakfast (cold toast and flavorless cereal) and then ran off to King's Cross. We hopped our train, transferred in Cambridge and then were in Norwich, which is not as small as it sounds. We went in search of the venue, but got sidetracked by a movie theatre. It was only 3:00 so we thought we would have plenty of time to watch a movie, eat and then get to the concert on time.

We went to The Other Boleyn Girl (which rocked face) and in the movie they mentioned a duke of Norfolk or something which is funny because that is the county that Norwich (like Sandwich) is in. When the movie was out it was around 5:30 so we thought we would find the venue and then look for some food near it. We looked, and looked, and looked and couldn't find The Waterfront anywhere. I asked a local who was a douchebag. He was all, "You're not going the right way at all. You have to be going to the water. You know, Waterfront!" He happened to be going in the direction of the water so we kicked back for a minute and then ackwardly followed behind him for the duration of the walk. I was secretly sending him bad ju-ju. Anyway, we were getting close to the spot where we got lost when he popped back out of nowhere and gave us proper directions. We eventually found the place (around 6:45) but we never found food.

As we were walking to the doors I heard a voice. Lo and behold, Josh Ritter was sitting (no word of a lie) about ten feet from where we were standing, talking to some local kids. Squee. We sat down near-ish them but I couldn't hear what they were saying, just the gently lull of Josh Ritter voice, which was totally enough to make me forget about my crazy hunger.

When the concert finally started the opener was CRAZY good. Dawn Landes was her name. Rocking my face off was her game. There was her and her drummer in the band. They were such an odd pair, but they were really good. Kind of folk country, which is apparently what I go for these days. After her Josh Ritter took the stage and it was pretty much the same show as in Regina. Disco, villaneous moustaches, awesomeness.

Josh Ritter started telling a story about when he was on tour in Canada and Aimee and I whooped. Then he said when he was driving through Regina, and we both screamed. He said, "You guys are from Regina?" To which we replied, "YES!" He said, "Oh, well it's about a million degrees below and everyone says hi." To which I replied, "Thank you for relaying the message." To which he replied, "No problem."

AHHHHHHHH!

I think we completely threw off his game though because he never did finish telling us his story, he laughed and finished singing his da da da da's. However, instead of singing da da da da he sang da da da Regina da da da. At the end of the show he threw a pic and he landed at the feet of the people in front of me and I was totally going to grab it, but the women in front of me saw it first.

The show ended pretty early, so we thought we would be able to make the last train, but we missed it. The next train came at 5:30 in the morning, so we spent all night in front of the seedy train station. The following scary things happened:

- A Ukranian guy kicked some other guy in the chest and he fell back on his head and then rolled over his head onto his stomach.
- A man came running out of the alley without a shirt on and said some guy had beaten him up and stolen his jacket. Then the police came. After they left the Ukranian guy came back with an extra jacket in his hands.
-Some creepy guy who had a 2 litre bottle of cider told us he just got out of jail and was going to give it to some girl tonight with his big you know what.
-Also it was so fucking cold I thought I was going to die.

Luggage Loving.

They brought back my luggage! I have my luggage! My luggage is chilling out on my bed as I speak! It. Is. Awesome. Enough about my luggage being all awesome and in my bed. Let's get down to the business of how awesome London is. I've completely changed my mind. I could totally live here. I completely love it! It might have been a little brash for me to have been here for two hours and decide that I could never live here. It is so cool, and really hectic but totally relaxed. I haven't really talked to any locals because we haven't gone to any pubs or anything, but yesterday Aimee and I "Waterloo Bridge high fived" and made this hot guy smile.

I had a dream last night where all of you were really mean to me, stole my car and left me on the side of a highway so it was really nice to get all of your lovely messages this morning. Actually I didn't hate you all, just everyone but Matt and Curtis Hanna. If Matt had been there he probably would have stolen my car too but he had to work that night. Aimee thinks that he would have been the voice of reason and would have stopped you guys from being huge douchebags. In any case, thank you for the nice messages! And thank you so much Kenzie for calling my mom to tell her about my luggage being okay...!

So yesterday we decided to get the super touristy things out of the way. We went down to Westminster Abbey, Big Ben, all that shit. There was an Irish man that I passed who snapped a photo and said, "There. We've seen it. Now let's go." My sentiments exactly. All of the buildings were really nice but there were SO many people around. Then we went to the other side of the Thames, walked past the eye, went to the Tate Modern, walked down London bridge and back to the hostel again. We probably walked for about 7-8 hours.

Highlights from the Day:
- In the Tate they had Monet's "Water Lilies". Possibly one of my favorite paintings. I don't usually get all emotional about paintings, but it really is breathtaking to see. Other than that though I really didn't like most of the art in there. Also, did you know Picasso only died in 1973! That blew my mind even more. I still don't actually believe it.
- When we were walking down the walkway by the river there was this strip of about four or five people dressed up in elaborate garb and crazy make-up standing on home made pedestals. They were standing still like statues and I didn't even realize they were real until the silver wizard walked over to the silver witch. Crazy! We took pictures. You won't believe them, but we took them.
- Someone asked me for directions. Which means I blend to a certain extent. It's just the jacket. They all wear jackets because they know the jacket rule. I know that doesn't make sense, but I'll explain later.
-The crazy eccentric Irish cook who serves us breakfast at the hostel in the mornings. He's crazy!
- When my luggage came!
- The croissants and cheese we bought at the grocery store.
- The nap I had at 5 yesterday. So good. Apparently I snored. It was awesome.

My mom wrote me a super cute email yesterday. It's all in caps locks and she wrote, "All OF THIS CHICKEN PECKING IS MAKING ME TIRED." She then signed off: MAMA.

Well, we're safe, warm, well fed, our hostel is clean and nice. I've got culture coming out the ying. Everything has been going really smoothly. Miss you guys! Actually, no offense or anything, but I haven't really thought about home at all. I guess that is a good thing because I don't want to get home sick. It's only been four days really. Give it time.

Love you!

Why Airlines Suck Face.

Greetings. I bet you're probably not expecting to see any blogs from today but we can't get into our hostel until 2:00 so I thought I'd catch you up on the adventures and misadventures of Aimee and A. We're finally in London, after roughly too many hours of travel to count. A bunch of funny things have happened, some not so funny things have happened. Mainly good times are to be had all around.

Longest bus ride ever, followed by the plane ride to Toronto and the uneventful trip to London made for some good times. I didn't sleep on the bus or the first plane ride, but I still feel really awake, which is strange. I'm probably just running on the idea of sleeping in a bed tonight! Yay!

We've been in the city now for about two hours and I have already decided that I would never in a million years want to live here.
Cons: Everything is so bustly and super busy. Everyone looks really relaxed, but stressed out, which makes me stressed out. The pigeons are very brazen. Everyone looks better than I do.
Pros: There are hot men in suits everywhere. Everyone is British.

Oh, did I mention that the airline lost my luggage? They say that it's in Calgary and I'm just praying that it is because I have absolutely no idea what I am going to do if I don't get it back. I hardly have enough money to stay afloat for this trip. Grr.. Twice in a row? I think after this trip I am never going to travel again because I hate losing all of my favorite stuff repeatedly. Bummer. I'm trying to push it to the back of my mind because I really want to enjoy the trip.

Also I am the smartest person I know. I've already managed to navigate the tube (through my anger tears at losing my luggage) AND found our hostel. Speaking of hostel, we should be allowed to go into our rooms soon. I should be going.

Cheers.

p.s. I swear that if I post again I will not sound so defeated. I really am having a good time I'm just simultaneously having a bit of a freak out.

Tomorrow Night!

I'm freaking out! This freak out will probably subside on our forever long bus ride tomorrow night. I still have so much to do before our little trip to London. I've worn out my hand from making checklists, but I can definitely see the finish line. Almost done, just nine more boxes to tick off. I probably won't write for a while.

Viva London!

p.s. Check out these cute puppies I cuddled all weekend long.

Too Much Food!

Too Much Food is a really good song by Jason Mraz. It is also the perdicament my mother and I got ourselves into tonight when we went to Miso for sushi. Long story short we ended up ordering way too much food and it just kept on coming. We ate and ate... and ate. We ended up finishing all of what we thought was our order. Sitting there letting my belly settle I had a new appreciation for my mother and just how much food that she can consume.

So, we're both sitting there when the waitress comes back into the serving area in, I swear to God, slow motion and places in front of us vegetable tempura. It's only four pieces right? You'd think that we could make room but we couldn't. I decided that I didn't want to pay $3.00 to have them dispose of my food, so I shoved it up the sleeve of my jacket and ran to pay for supper. My mom couldn't handle the situation so she waited outside.

I walk up to the counter, hot tempura batter warming my inner forearm, sweating bullets because I'm sure that I'm going to be found out. The cute waitress with the purple glasses is at the till. She looks at me, looks at my credit card, looks at me again and then says, "I saw you." A completely deadpan look on her face. I start freaking out because it's obvious that she means the tempura leaving grease marks on the lining of my jacket.

"Yeah, I remember you from when I was here last Thursday", I say fairly nonchalantly.

"No, no! I saw you." Oh God.

"Oh?"

"I saw you last week at O'Hanlons. I think it was Saturday." Thank you baby Jesus.

We then went on to talk about how completely awesome that place is. When I got back into my car I started thinking about Saturday night at O'Hanlon's and how that was probably not the best first impression I could have given. Geez.

"Get Out Of Here Licky Lips..."

I love my mom. Especially when she says silly things like, "Get out of here Licky Lips". Not me, she just called my dog that. I however don't like it when she calls my dog "Tammy". I hate that. His name is Sammy! Get it?

Enough random ranting about my mom, I'm currently listening to The Weepies. They always make me feel good, which is sort of strange because they are fairly mellow/depressing, but when they're happy, they're happy. Wow, apparently I suck at writing my blog today. Geez.

Start Over:

I had an okay day I guess. I drove my mom to work, then I drove Aimee to the bank, then I drove my mom to the hospital and finally drove my mom home. I was a regular old taxi cab. OH! I started/pretty much finished packing for the big trip! I am extremely efficient at packing. It only took me about twenty minutes and I think I have everything. I made a checklist. I'll probably think of something else I need though. That's why you make checklists!

I finished booking hostels up until the day we leave! Yay! For our last two nights in London we're staying in a renovated mansion. I'm excited. It sounds expensive but it's actually one of the more reasonably priced places we're staying, which begs the question, "Exactly how renovated is this place?" I hope we're not going to be sleeping on beds made of needles in the dungeon and washing our clothes with a stone. Although by that point why would I be doing laundry? And I hear needle beds aren't all that bad. Maybe it will be something like acupuncture, and it will make my back feel better? I'm thinking not.

I can't believe I didn't...

Even mention St. Patrick's day in the post I just did. Let me begin with saying that it was AWESOME! There are things I can't mention because they were super akward to watch/I'm a good friend. That's right. I watched.

ANYWAY, I went down to the bar at about 5:30, maybe 6:00. The place was crazy! Wall to wall people. It was good though, I walked around for a couple of minutes pretending to look for people, even though I had seen my friends at the front of the bar. When I eventually plunked myself down I had a pint of Guiness, in the spirit of St. Patty's. I usually never drink the stuff. Although I much prefer it to Keith's. Keith's is just not appetizing. Candy of beer my ass.

I talked to some random strangers for a while because I don't mind doing that now. Aimee eventually showed up. I was double fisting by that point to make up for time. I don't think that the bar would have been a fun place to be sober last night. So Aimee showed up and I was two sheets to the wind.

Things That Happened:
-some father figure put his arm around me at the bar and talked about how he had seen all of the remaining Beatles, plus George Harrison, in concert. It was OK, but kind of creepy.
-some guy who reminded me of Bernard the elf from the Santa Clause movies bought me a drink, and made innappropriate jokes about the ball on his hat. I later found that same ball in my change purse. It was pretty funny.
-Spilled a drink on myself.
-We made a bench out of two chairs and I sat in the middle of Aimee and some guy.
-Talked to a guy with a Ninja Turtles hoodie on. His name was Nick and it was awesome.
-Some girl made a Bootylicious for us but it wasn't nearly as good.
-Spilled a drink onto a bucket.
-Crazy stuff happened and then we left early. I think we all (Aimee, Clair and Kenzie) know what I'm talking about. That's all I'll say.
-Almost passed out in the back of Kenzie's car, but didn't. Discussed facial hair.

A Funny Conversation I had with a Girl Named Marie:

A: Is your name Marie?
(doesn't wait for an answer because I knew who she was)
A: You're in my cousin's videos!
Marie: Oh!
(at which time I apparently said)
A: Are you really a dyke?
(A. (what i thought I ACTUALLY had said): You're not really a dyke!)
Marie: No. No I'm not.
A: ... I know.

In her defense she was really nice about a super drunk girl calling her a dyke and then sort of half falling on her. Cheers Marie, whatever your sexual preference may be!

Puddle Jumping in My Rubber Boots.

Today I had a couple of errands I had to run and since I don't have a running automobile I had to walk. It was all slushy and awesome outside, so I wore my rubber boots and jumped around a lot. I actually ended up walking around and hopping buses quite a bit more than was necessary.

I started at my house at 11:00. Walked to the library to pick up my holds (The Other Boleyn Girl and Three Plums in One!) which was a big mistake because they were the biggest books ever. I continued along Albert Street, lugging my books and my tired ass, to Shoppers Drug Mart to pick up my cheque. Don't ask. Then I walked to the Golden Mile and hopped a bus to Aimee's work. Or the bus that I thought would take me to Aimee's work, but in reality got me within about six city blocks of Aimee's work. Bummed around there for a while. Talked about.. stuff, and then headed over to 13th where I hopped another bus at Safeway to get back to the Southland mall. Then I went to the bank, payed my horrendously high credit card bill, walked past the library and all the way home again.

Then I phoned Clair because she had phoned me because I had phoned her (Do you follow?) about Danny Michel playing in Regina (!!!!) while I'm away. BUMMER! Danny Michel is totally one of my musical loves. I pretty much burned a hole through his CD from listening to it OVER and OVER again. Oh well, I'll be in Paris that night!

I think I'm going to take my mom for the sushis tonight. Maybe! I'm starving.

X-Men and Cheerios Revised.

150 Why Saturday Night Rocked My Face Off:

0. I put on mascara and wore a dress.
1-150. McKenzie Eskdale.

Ode to St. Patrick

I'm finally over my midday hangover and it's my first day of unemployment. I sound like a real winner, don't I? Having said that, today has been awesome! I woke up at 9 a.m., made myself some breakfast, watched Little Children in which Patrick Wilson is one hot motherfucker (pun! truth!), talked on the phone with Aimee, made myself some interesting lunch and am now writing a blog. Productive, no?

I'm contemplating going down to O'Hanlon's at some point this afternoon and herein lies the problems. I have no car, so I would have to walk into the city and take the bus. On a normal occasion no biggie. I would just throw on my rubber boots and away I would go, but on Saturday I wore my rubber boots into town when I walked to McKenzie's house. I didn't want to wear them to the bar so I left them in her foyer. Now I have no walking shoes to get into town, to get my boots. Bah. I think maybe I'll just drive my car and not turn it off. The problems only seem to be when I turn it off.

Anyway, I'll figure something out.

X-Men and Cheerios.

150 Reasons Why Last Night Rocked Face:

0. I put mascara on and wore a dress.
1. We went to O'Hanlon's.
2. A cute boy bought me drinks.
3. We discussed Julie Andrews with a group of people I haven't seen in a long time.
4. A drink was created and named by Stephanie Campbell, the bartender and I. It was called Bootylicious and was comprised of Golden Pear, Absolute Pear Vodka, and Sprite. We called it Bootylicious because pears are bottom heavy. It was awesome.
5. I knocked a Bootylicious over with my boobs onto the bar and got a free Bootylicious.
6. The word Bootylicious was said A LOT.
7. There were fancy German cigarettes.
8. We met a funny guy named Graeme. It was his birthday on Tuesday and he had a friend named Curt-easer.
9. My cousin was there and I threatened to push him down the stairs at Easter.
10. Ballroom Blitz came on and I ran around screaming it at the top of my lungs, and then danced like nobody's business.
11. We made sushi dates with new friends.
12. Did I mention a cute boy bought me drinks?
13. I did an exceptional job of mingling.
14. I smacked Stephanie's butt.
15. I smacked Aimee's butt.
16. I touched Kayla's boob.
17. I touched Kayla's boob.
18. I touched Kayla's boob.
19. Kenzie and I were lovers in a dangerous time. For a while.
20. We found a St. Patrick's Day scarf on the ground and roped boys with it. Then tied it to my waist. Then tied it to my shoe. Then tied it to my purse.
21. Stephanie and I started a dance party upstairs.
22. I was festively drunk for most of the evening. But not falling down drunk. Alcohol tolerance baby.
23. I wiped the bar down when the bartender was making a Bootylicious. And then I may have winked at him by accident because for a while I only blinked one of my eyes. Anyway, he returned my winkage.
24-73. We talked to our new friend Jason about various awesome topics.
74-143. A girl had on ridiculously short shorts on... and then fell over.
143-150. I remembered almost the entire night when I woke up.

On the downside I think I was still drunk when I woke up this morning and then had a midday hangover which was weird. I soothed the beasty hangover with X-Men and Cheerios.

More Things You Should Know:

13. I love being in hardware stores with someone who knows what is going on.

14. I secretly don't hate most country music.

15. When pretty people smoke it really does look cool, but is still disgusting.

16. I like cramped dark places, so I spend a lot of time reading in my closet.

17. I do not have a green thumb. I have a brown wilting thumb.

18. In the third grade all I kept in my desk was a pencil and my eraser collection.

19. I love the feeling you get when you're so tired it hurts.

20. I love tradepaper.

St. Patty's Day Weekend

Today is Saturday, March 15. I choose to celebrate St. Patrick's day from now until the actual day because that's what happens when awesome days fall on Mondays, they become weekend affairs. In this case, less isn't more... more is more.

I wish Ukranians had a fun day like St. Patrick's day. Maybe they do and I'm just not a very good Ukranian.

Hmmm....

Goods and Bads from Today:

Goods Things from Today:

My cousin was on the front page of the newspaper for his videos. Kind of impressive, even if it was just a small snippet and the real story was on page B4.

My mom bought me this Trident Green Apple Fusion gum last week. Half of the pack is sweet, and half of the pack is sour. I only like the sweet. Obviously.



Clair made me supper because of something bad that happened. We had perogies and chicken kabobs. Fantastic! Also the shenanigans that followed were fantastic.

Creative Response (my band with Clair) had their first gig. For an audience of one (Clair's dad). Also we talked about how Clair's dad's album should be called "Timothy McCashin presents: His Feelings".

When I walked around Clair's house to my own theme music, which was my nipple riding guitar and I. We made quite the duo.

Bad Things From Today:

My car broke down in front of Clair's house, which is why she made me supper. I was just dropping off her contact solution, which should have taken two seconds, so I parked really weird. Then my car wouldn't start. Now somebody thinks that some crazy hick parked their crappy car funny and then it broke down... which I guess it true.

I should have worn my rubber boots today instead of my boots made of cloth. My feet are soaked.

March 11th

Today is very spring-y.
Today I was very tired.
Today is March 11th.

I thought about really weird things today. Like, Geri Halliwell and how I couldn't remember what her single sounded like. Also I thought I was going to fight my boss, but I held back and fought her later in my imagination.

Fred Clause is the king. The people who I'm house sitting for come back tomorrow. I'm excited because that means I can grab back my life and hang out in the South end of town.

Today while I was at work I made myself a sleeping playlist of music with good sleeping vibes. This all sprang from last night when Aimee slept over and we shared an ear bud while we were sleeping. This made me want to have a sleep playlist, and presto, now I have one. I would list it but a) it's long and b) I don't have my iPod on me.

I am excited for the following days for the following reasons:

Friday: My last day of work. I then become an employed dog walker until I come back from my trip.
Saturday: Because Saturdays are always awesome.
Sunday: The first really spring Sunday. I think I will walk around the city.
Monday: St. Patrick's Day!

ALSO, my cousin was on the news last night because of these videos him and his friend Kaley made called "Welcome to Yorkton". They are seriously hilarious/crude and everyone should go watch them right now. NOW!

http://nz.youtube.com/user/tysonoff - Also, his Gunderson videos are pretty hilarious. lonelygunderson15... genious.

Good day!

Weekend Blitzing

Summed up in one picture:

But instead of 7-Up put alcohol in its place.

So, on Friday night a couple of us went to see our old high school's production of Wizard of Oz. I'll be the first to admit that I REALLY didn't want to go because a) I was tired and b) it's the Wizard of Oz. However I went, and it was awesome! At the end Dorothy called the Tinman "Scarecrow" by accident and then they ad-libbed this entire part that was hilarious. My favorite parts of the play were definitely when people were screwing up. Also when Tim said, "I wish I knew how to quit you."

Anyway, then everyone came back to the house and drank the alcohols (except Aidan, which is weird because he's always drunk) and attempted to play pictionary which lasted approximately three rounds. It was overall a pretty good night. I can't remember much because I'm a raging alcoholic.

Things I DO Remember:

- Clair telling me not to put pictures of her on facebook.

- Telling Matt directions to the house outside with no shoes on. My alcohol shoes kept me warm.

- Being the big spoon and then sliding down the stairs.

- Waking up too early, in the wrong bed (don't get the wrong idea), surrounded by pictures of Fred Clause.

Things I might have done:

- swore excessively

- worn my tights under my pyjamas

- attempted a drinking contest with Aimee and failed.

- took a tiny shot of whiskey followed by a lotta chaser of 7-Up.

- dressed a dog in a scarf. It liked it, it really did.

Or maybe Aimee is the raging alcoholic. Looking at the bottom of another empty glass. Just kidding, I'm still the one about to fall over.

Illegal Work Post

Amanda the rebel is in the building. I'm doing this post from work because the house that I'm currently house sitting doesn't have the internet, or rather, their computer is broken.

Updates:
Josh Ritter still rules.
One more week of work!
Party at my house tonight.
Clara et Moi is a sad/awesome movie.
Fast Food Nation was scary.

I miss blogging.
Ciao

Pink Jackets

A review of my current options:
a) Go to bed relatively early and have a decent night's sleep.
b) Finish watching the last three episodes of the current show that I am watching, which will take me to roughly 11:30.
c) Take a bath and start reading Fight Club.

I can't decide.

On a completely unrelated topic I started listening to what I thought was Matt's radio show at about 8:25 tonight. After hearing the first song I though, "Hmmm.. this isn't much like Matt at all." I continued to listen anyway, despite this thought. It turns out it really wasn't Matt at all. I listened for almost ten minutes when I realized that I wasn't even on the right station. I'm not stupid! The front of my clock radio fell off a couple of weeks ago, so I just sort of guess where the dial should be. Also, it was the wrong time slot. My bad, sorry Matteo.

Things I did/realized today:

1. Realization - My city is a very, very small place. You may chat someone up at a bar, and then they turn out to be the brother of your bank teller.
2. Did - Compulsively wrote out our itinerary for London in my Beatles notebook.
3. Realization - A watched pot never boils. Meaning, I have to stop counting down the minutes until I can leave my job forever.
4. Realization - I have to dog-sit for someone on the North end for the next week starting tomorrow. The North end sucks.
5. Did - Clean my house compulsively when I got home from work.
6. Realization - I have compulsive tendancies when it comes to neatness and note taking.

Things I read that Josh Ritter said:

"Those voices can be pretty confusing, but there is no doubt that if you follow your two a.m. voices you'll end up someplace fairly extraordinary."

"There was a lot of talk about true love and righteous indignation. I wanted to write about gunslingers and missile silos."

Josh Ritter

My current obsession, but in the good way. Not in a creepy way. I just can't get that concert out of my head.

Josh Ritter runs marathons. Who knew?

Favorite Josh Ritter lyrics from today:

"Is there a time when I can call you up just to see how you are doing?"

"All the other girls here are stars - you are the Northern Lights."

"I'd rather be the one who loves, then to be loved and never really know."

"And I swear that we're the last living souls in a populated ghost town."

Also, if you haven't heard his song "Stuck On You", you should immediately because it is hilarious.

I am now going to take my newly acquired credit card and book some hostels. Check ya later brothers.

My weekend, jot notes style.

-woke up at 11:00
-drove Mom to work 11:04
-watched O.C. for several hours
-went to Kenzie's house
-went to liquor board store
-bought Raspberry Sour Puss, Peach Vodka, Irish Whiskey.
-came back to Kenzie's house
-drove home to make a salad/let my dogs out
-returned to Casa Kenzie
-ate pizza
-drank heavily
-became intoxicated
-commented on a floater
-fell down some stairs
-called a cab
-drove to The Drink
-almost peed my pants for reals
-continued to drink heavily
-saw Stephanie, possibly commented on her boobs
-danced to Third Degree Birns
-danced to Usher, was grinded upon by a boy
-moved away from grindy boy, saw U.S.A.
-called a cab
-drove to Kenzie's house
-had a fitful drunken nights sleep
-woke up at 10:27
-drove home and unpacked booze
-watched The O.C. for several hours
-made fish and salad for supper
-friended Kayla back

Yet to Happen:
-read Fight Club
-go to bed early

Last Night.

Definitely goes down in the books as top ten of my favorite nights ever. It's not even that it was a super exciting night. Actually, the night was fairly mediocre, up to and following Josh Ritter, but while he was on stage it was mind blowingly awesome, so it bumps the rest of the night up.

All of my favorite concerts had really lame openers.
Favorite concerts that I have had the pleasure of viewing in the past six months. I'll narrow it because I could go on ALL day. In order of awesomeness:

1. Shout out to my boys Cuff the Duke, when they were at Amigos. They never let me down. Also, Best. Encore. Ever. No word of a lie. I mean come on, Wayne Petti actually said, "OK, now you guys are going to be the ho's. Literally, I don't mean that in a derogatory kind of way." And then he continued to rock my face off via playing a Mexican Wrestling Song, or something to that effect. This was the exception to the bad openers. Land of Talk opened for them and they were really awesome, although I like them better the first time I saw them at home... the week prior to this show.

2. Josh Ritter last night at The Exchange. I fucking love that man. I would share a sleeping bag and Vick's VapoRub with him anytime. Tap-able to the extreme. Not because he's overly good looking, although he is sort of adorable, but because he has fantastic lyrics. Kenzie last night summed it up perfectly in one word, contagious. He was completely contagious! I was in such a good mood last night, the air was full of electricity and I got my dance on. I used to be really embarassed about dancing in public, but the last couple of shows I've gone to have been dancy shows and I cut many rugs. Anyway, Josh Ritter is beyond. I think this might be tied for best concert ever. The only slightly unfortunate thing was Emm Gryner. Don't get me wrong, I thought she was okay, but it would have been more fun to have a giddy opener to get us in the mood. Although maybe her being somber was a good thing because then Josh Ritter was just ten times better.

3. Built to Spill when they played at Louis'. They rocked my face off as well. They may not have had witty banter, but what they did have was a huge beard, which made up in full. Actually they had a lot of beards. My favorite thing that I remember about that concert was Doug Martsch's "Thank You" after every song. His voice is really THAT high. It sounds like someone constantly has his balls in a vice, or he's on a helium IV drip. I think the opener was call "Black Attack" or something, they were horrible. And they played FOREVER.

4. Holy Fuck at the Exchange last week. The first opener was really good, the second was too much fog machine and lights display. I very seriousely contemplated going home when they came on, but am glad I didn't because Holy Fuck was amazing. This was probably the first show where I was like, "Fuck it. I'm dancing. Everyone else looks weird too."
5. The Boxing day show. I think this is the best Rah Rah has ever played. It was awesome. Also you can't go wrong when Polymaths open, unless you are Sexually Attracted to Fire, and then you can go wrong.

Honorable mentions: Ted Leo and the Pharmacists, Bedouin Soundclash, Feist (although that was a long time ago), The Weakerthans, and Stars (who normally I would have probably mocked less if I hadn't been in a really bad mood).

My favorite parts of the show last night were, a) when Josh Ritter talked about potatoes in his basement fighting it out, b) when he looked into my eyes and read my soul, or really just looked into my eyes, c) his adorable smile and sweatiness, d) the drummer's drumming face which was him baring his teeth like a snake and e) seeing my cousin Roxanne.