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The weekend in Review: hilarity ensued.
Apr. 27th, 2003 07:20 pmOh lovely, lovely, lovely. My sister visited, and it seems that she has blossomed from "almost-nearly-desperately normal" to "definitely my sister." I’ve missed her dorkyness so.
But this isn't how my weekend begins. No the weekend begins on Friday for me, (envy me fools!) in my Chemistry class. (Ok, so it's the only class I have. It's over by ten. It doesn't count.) Instead of chemistry, I got a quick tutorial in sign language. I can now say "yes," "no," "turtle," "shrimp," "eat," "soda," "girl," "boy," "make out," "work" and "fuck."
I am a scintillating conversationalist, let me tell you.
Then, waiting for the bus to the airport, I had a conversation about hugs from strangers, and why we don't get more of them. It ended up being a six person group hug, and there was much laughing. I'm a fan of laughing, and of hugs, and of random connections with people, so all in all, it was wonderful.
The Kiddo came to visit for the concertings, which it turned out we had to sneak her into. The free concert by the Donna’s was “students only” so we forged her way in like pros. Er, Ha. Please, like their secrecy could stand up to the plotting and conniving that is us.
I’m not going to mention the “pre-opening” bands, because, you don’t really care. They were alright. The highlight of both shows was the openers. Motion City Soundtrack and Ok Go are my new favorite bands, and not only for their hair.
We had to leave before the Donna’s started to play, which was kind of disappointing. Fortunately, we were too high on surreality to mind much. The lead singer for Ok Go, (which, for the record, is great fun) looks exactly like my dad. Seriously. We were standing there against the barrier (DOWN WITH THE BARRIER!) and they came out on stage. The first thought was “guh, hotness” (Ok, the first thought was “VERRRRRY SKINNY MAN WITH VERRRRY ORANGE SHIRT THAT I WANT” and the second thought was “guh, hotness”. Man, their keyboardist could stand to gain some weight.) Then, Kiddo and I turn to each other and say (simultaneously, because we’re good like this) “Who does he look like? *blink* AGH. MIKE. RIGHT THERE ON STANGE. TRIP ME OUT.”
Whoah. Really.
But, we couldn’t stay though their whole set, as our line was calling us. Because, at shows for the Sunshine, and when traveling with short people who need to stand in front, you must arrive a minimum of three hours early. All I can say about the wait was thankgodalmighty I had a permanent marker with me. Someone stopped me before I managed to color my entire arm black, but it was a close thing. Kiddo got her shirt signed by the band, and spent half an hour quietly muttering to herself “oh man, Tyson touched me. He touched my shoulder, and wow, he wrote on my shirt, oh man oh man oh man.” It was kind of cute, so I forgave her for her utter plebishnenss.
Oh the hours and hours and the marker fumes and the heat and I really don’t like standing in line. It was funny to be hailed by the scene kids though. Evidently, I’ve spent enough times in lines to recognize and be recognized. When they finally let us in, the show started late. I really hate that. They were in there running sound checks for four hours, and they couldn’t have the guitars preset?
By the time they started, the crowd was antsy, even the under-twelves. (This concert had the youngest median age of any I’ve ever been to.) Motion City Soundtrack rocked serous kinds of hardcore. I am hugely jealous of the headbanging skill of the keyboardist. Then, the All American Rejects. They were good, and the show was a good good good one. (I like that I had least to say about the band that was the headliner of the evening.)
We saw the Disney movie “Holes.” I have about two sentences to say about it.
1. WHERE THE HELL WHERE THESE PEOPLE WHEN THEY WERE MAKING ADAPTATIONS OF THE HARRY POTTER BOOKS?
2. OH THE ROCKING: DIG DIG DIG IT!
Randomosity, then, the flea market. I bought a pineapple. It was good, but eating it has rubbed off all the taste buds on my tongue. (This was not alleviated by eating red hot Cheetos, but I’m intelligent like this.)
In summary: Ethnicities of food eaten in the last three days: Thai, Scandinavian, Guatemalan, Mexican, Arabic, and Greek.
I miss her already, and she’s been gone all of two hours.
( This comes as no surprise, I'm sure )
But this isn't how my weekend begins. No the weekend begins on Friday for me, (envy me fools!) in my Chemistry class. (Ok, so it's the only class I have. It's over by ten. It doesn't count.) Instead of chemistry, I got a quick tutorial in sign language. I can now say "yes," "no," "turtle," "shrimp," "eat," "soda," "girl," "boy," "make out," "work" and "fuck."
I am a scintillating conversationalist, let me tell you.
Then, waiting for the bus to the airport, I had a conversation about hugs from strangers, and why we don't get more of them. It ended up being a six person group hug, and there was much laughing. I'm a fan of laughing, and of hugs, and of random connections with people, so all in all, it was wonderful.
The Kiddo came to visit for the concertings, which it turned out we had to sneak her into. The free concert by the Donna’s was “students only” so we forged her way in like pros. Er, Ha. Please, like their secrecy could stand up to the plotting and conniving that is us.
I’m not going to mention the “pre-opening” bands, because, you don’t really care. They were alright. The highlight of both shows was the openers. Motion City Soundtrack and Ok Go are my new favorite bands, and not only for their hair.
We had to leave before the Donna’s started to play, which was kind of disappointing. Fortunately, we were too high on surreality to mind much. The lead singer for Ok Go, (which, for the record, is great fun) looks exactly like my dad. Seriously. We were standing there against the barrier (DOWN WITH THE BARRIER!) and they came out on stage. The first thought was “guh, hotness” (Ok, the first thought was “VERRRRRY SKINNY MAN WITH VERRRRY ORANGE SHIRT THAT I WANT” and the second thought was “guh, hotness”. Man, their keyboardist could stand to gain some weight.) Then, Kiddo and I turn to each other and say (simultaneously, because we’re good like this) “Who does he look like? *blink* AGH. MIKE. RIGHT THERE ON STANGE. TRIP ME OUT.”
Whoah. Really.
But, we couldn’t stay though their whole set, as our line was calling us. Because, at shows for the Sunshine, and when traveling with short people who need to stand in front, you must arrive a minimum of three hours early. All I can say about the wait was thankgodalmighty I had a permanent marker with me. Someone stopped me before I managed to color my entire arm black, but it was a close thing. Kiddo got her shirt signed by the band, and spent half an hour quietly muttering to herself “oh man, Tyson touched me. He touched my shoulder, and wow, he wrote on my shirt, oh man oh man oh man.” It was kind of cute, so I forgave her for her utter plebishnenss.
Oh the hours and hours and the marker fumes and the heat and I really don’t like standing in line. It was funny to be hailed by the scene kids though. Evidently, I’ve spent enough times in lines to recognize and be recognized. When they finally let us in, the show started late. I really hate that. They were in there running sound checks for four hours, and they couldn’t have the guitars preset?
By the time they started, the crowd was antsy, even the under-twelves. (This concert had the youngest median age of any I’ve ever been to.) Motion City Soundtrack rocked serous kinds of hardcore. I am hugely jealous of the headbanging skill of the keyboardist. Then, the All American Rejects. They were good, and the show was a good good good one. (I like that I had least to say about the band that was the headliner of the evening.)
We saw the Disney movie “Holes.” I have about two sentences to say about it.
1. WHERE THE HELL WHERE THESE PEOPLE WHEN THEY WERE MAKING ADAPTATIONS OF THE HARRY POTTER BOOKS?
2. OH THE ROCKING: DIG DIG DIG IT!
Randomosity, then, the flea market. I bought a pineapple. It was good, but eating it has rubbed off all the taste buds on my tongue. (This was not alleviated by eating red hot Cheetos, but I’m intelligent like this.)
In summary: Ethnicities of food eaten in the last three days: Thai, Scandinavian, Guatemalan, Mexican, Arabic, and Greek.
I miss her already, and she’s been gone all of two hours.
( This comes as no surprise, I'm sure )
