so last night was the ryan adams concert - not bryan adams. i'm so tired. had to get up early this morning and haul ass into work so i can get everything done before i leave at noon. i'm supposed to leave at 2:00, but i haven't packed yet so i'll have to go home around lunch and get my crap together.
last night was a very odd show. i won't go into too much detail or i'll lose you guys. but the first 2 1/2 hours were acoustic guitar & piano, all slit-your-wrists-depressing folky songs. i liked them - tim didn't. oh well, he was a good sport.
here's where it gets funny. after an intermission ryan came back on stage and had a "band" - a drummer and a bass player - and switched gears to some bluesy, jam session thing. fine, i'm down... even though it's almost midnight. and the bass player is this tall, old, gangly looking guy - totally a bill gates sort of dude, but tall and... well, gangly. tim and i keep trying to figure out what animal he looks like. a lizard? a pelican? big bird, tim says. haha funny. i finally decide it's an ostrich. he looks just like an ostrich. i don't think he's a totally talented musician either, but hey he's totally into it, let the dude have fun.
well, the concert ends and as ryan adams is saying his "thank you's" he says "how about Phil Lesh?! thank you phil for joining me, Phil." and everyone goes crazy. i'm like holy crap! i can't believe i didn't know who he is! and i tell tim "oh my gosh, phil lesh! no WONDER everyone's going crazy." tim has a blank stare. "he's from Phish, tim." tim is like oh okay, whatever.
well, he's not from Phish. he's from the Dead. adam, i thought you'd appreciate that.
happy weekend. i'm off to austin to enjoy me some heat, some queso, and some bachelorette debauchery. cheers, big ears.
oh my gosh guys, i am so jazzed/stoked/excited/fired up/pumped/flippin' my lid right now. i'm about to pop! and tim isn't answering his phone so i haven't shared this with anyone, so lucky you. you probably won't even care.
so a few weeks ago tickets went on sale for Ryan Adams at this totally awesome, small venue here in SF. i think it holds like 400 people or something. i tried Ticketmaster the afternoon of the sale date, and he was totally sold out for both nights. boo.
i've been looking at stubhub.com and on craigslist for the past couple weeks - and nothing. some people have tickets to sell for the 2nd night, but i can't go that night b/c i leave for austin that afternoon. boo again.
then a couple of days ago, someone posted on craigslist that ticketmaster released some tickets. i went, but they weren't there. so i've been checking back every so often, expecting to get the "sorry we cannot process your order" message that i always get.
but today i got 2 tickets!!! and not just tickets, but 8th row tickets! yay! i'm so excited, i'm just giddy. now i'm wondering if i should go buy more from ticketmaster and sell them on craigslist - make a little moolah. or is that being greedy? kind of like a don't look a gift horse in the mouth kind of thing?
i totally just hit a wall. not literally, although that would be funny. but i've had a serious crash since lunch. i just went and got my diet dr. pepper (not coke blak) hoping that it will rejuvenate my brain so i can get something accomplished today.
so far, not much has been done. i took a 45 minute lunch break and sat in the sun with my jacket off and jeans rolled up to the knees. it was lovely! this is about our 6th day without rain, and you can totally tell b/c everyone is out and about outside. i love it!
i had my jeans rolled up and my jacket off b/c i am desperately trying to get some color. i think my skin is lacking pigment. i need help. and i need it pronto b/c my best friend gets married in 3 1/2 weeks and my bridesmaid dress is off-white. i need people to see there is a difference between my skin & the dress. right now, there's not! i'm comtemplating a few trips to the fake-&-bake place. i haven't done that since high school, and i'm totally worried about skin cancer. but i'm also worried about looking like a beige outline in leslie's wedding pictures.
for crying out loud, there are some stinky asses around here. every time i walk into the ladies room on my side of the building, it smells as if someone has just taken the runniest, stinkiest poop of their life. it's disgusting! i walk in and get a big whiff and think "ladies! WOW! gross!" i mean, it is disgusting. these girls need some fiber so they can poop solid poops!
i can't nail the perps, but i think i know what's going on. you know when you're not feeling good at work and you know you need to go take a grumpy? but you don't want to do it in the bathroom you normally frequent in case someone else comes in and it smells bad and they recognize your shoes and know it's you who is a stinky? so you go out of your way, to another floor, or another bathroom on the floor to poop in anonymity? well, i think that's what people are doing over here to our bathroom. and i've only done this once in my life, by the way. but i won't do it again because i know what it's like for someone to invade your bathroom and stink it up and fog you out. it's not nice.
on that note, i have to take a trip to the ladies. it should be a quick one (#1), so hopefully it won't reek so badly that i gag while trying to balance myself in a squat above the commode. did i just paint you a lovely visual or what?!
despite how cruddy the weather has been around here, and despite how easy it is to get cranky and depressed with the greyness of the skies, as i set out from the house this morning on my way to work, i was determined to have a good day. or a good morning at least. hey you can't be greedy and want a whole day to be good now, can you.
i pulled out the driveway, and got one block away to a stop sign. i could see one block away that the traffic light was green, and i was itching to make that light. but of course, there's a pedestrian that wants to cross in front of me. and she's slow. but that's okay, i tell myself. no reason to be in a hurry. after all, i was at work for 12 hours yesterday, i'm not going to get flustered first thing in the morning trying to rush into work. i'll get there when i get there.
coming from behind me. grumpy old man in a decrepit old truck, blaring his horn at me to go through the stop sign. i throw my hands up in the air and scream "WHAT THE F*CK WAS THAT FOR, YOU ASSHOLE? THERE'S A F*CKING PEDESTRIAN, I CAN'T GO ANYWHERE, YOU STUPID F*CK!" he jerks his car around mine and takes a screeching left at the stop sign.
and with that one little incident, my blood pressure spiked and i'm off to one hell of a day. i was so trying to take it easy and not get stressed. thank you mr. old fart. i hope you got where you needed to be in record time. and i hope something really crappy happens to you today too.
these are fragmented thoughts that can barely be strung together by someone working as much as me.
50-55 hour weeks are not fun they don't allow time for blogging, for reading other blogs, for checking my personal email, for rearranging my netflix queue, for eating lunch at a decent time, for calling my sister to haggle her about sending me pictures of my neice, or for using the bathroom on a regular basis. if i get a UTI i'm suing someone.
i could run an invitations business i'm sitting here at 10pm printing the invitations for my best friends' bachelorette party. now, i'm not hizzle so i don't make these invitations. but i do buy the cutest darn paper in the world, and i have mastered the art of setting printer options so they look like i had them professionally done. crap, i just gave myself away to all the invitees who read this. girls, you're gonna love the invites!
battered my dermatologist left 2 pinprick sized bruises on my forehead yesterday. ouch. they hurt, especially when i try and cover them with concealer.
booked up i have meetings tomorrow from about 8:30am-5:30pm. at 5:30 i get to start my day.
tight i've been having problems breathing lately, and my doctor has determined that it's musculoskeletal... meaning that she has turned me over to a chiropractor for 3 sessions a week, for at least 3 weeks. these aren't those massage-like visits either. he's digging in there and it hurts. i have ice on my back right now trying to ease the pain. yowsers.
halfway there i'm done printing half of the invitations. next i get to address 20 envelopes. yay!
fear factor today from the window of my office i saw 2 guys parachute into the bay, then speedboats race up to pull them out. the boats had video cameras. i hear fear factor is in SF filming, so i'm going with the story that this was a fear factor stunt.
autistic i realize that i'm talking like the kid in "the curious incident of the dog in the night." sorry, i don't mean to be dry and boring.
scratch my previous idea after about a 90 second technical difficulty with the printer, i've decided i'm not fit to do this for a living.
my gym membership is lonely i'm averaging about once every 2 weeks at the gym. this is pathetic. but if i keep staying up like this every night, it's just too damn impossible to get up at 5:00am when the alarm goes off and get my butt to the gym. i will, however, make an effort tomorrow. it's only 10, so i'll get 7 hours of sleep. i think that's good, even though i'm more of an 8-hour girl.
moving sucks how'd the move go today, megan & adam? i hope it wasn't as bad as you thought, but if i know megan, she's drowning her sorrows in a bottle of syrah right about now. and probably has been since early this afternoon.
rain the rain is still coming down out here. after our record-breaking march, they're predicting nonstop rain for the first 10 days of april. this is depressing, and i think it will be my closing remarks.
