"I'm spinning round the room in awe" ryan adams

Saturday, January 03, 2004

full of straw

So after the show, Justin stops by - and says HELLO to Karen...and by hello i mean....

then turns to me and tells me i am a scarecrow. he notices my blank look and I inquire if that is an insult, because all I think is the Wizard of Oz and how the Scarecrow does not have a brain. He surprised me by telling me how genuine the Scarecrows is and how he emits nothing but love and goodness and how I exude that whenever I am around and he is glad for that. Complimentary, but very odd for Justin to say that to me. Boggling.

in the night they used to come in through the window all the beautiful friends of mine

Catching up on the old blogger...

On Sunday, Jonasay played at the Iota so Karen and I decided to make a day of it and hang out in Arlington. It didn't quite happen that way. I got off work a little early to save on time, but as soon as we hit 95 we seriously went about 30 MPH. It took us 2 hours to get to Baltimore (usually an hour drive), so I figured detouring on 695 would be longer mileage, but a more efficient drive. So we did and we got off on the wrong exit and ended up in the ghetto of Baltimore. The exit sign for 95 was right next to the exit before and we took that one. At least we could see the stadium, so we drove towards that. Karen yelled at me for looking at the vagrants on the street. And 4 hours later we get to Arlington. We made it before doors so we cruised Barnes & Noble and Cosi. The door guy at the Iota is always cool and messes with me since we were guestlisted. Onward!

We grab our drinks - wine for Karen, vodka for me - and chat with Mike. He then informs me that he read my online journal and told me that he should be in it more. I hope I didn't offend him with any of the other comments I made about the Recher show. Hmm ironic that none of the usual fans were there. I kinda feel bad about the things I have said, but it had to be done. Especially when you're mean to me for no reason. Haha why am I so bitter? I just can't deal with annoyances.

So yeah, wander around talking to people then go up front since we decided we're gonna dance and our whole goal was to make Mike laugh during the show. I should add that Mike is the drummer.

Started off with my favorite song, so that is always fun. Autumn (from NC) and Chris (Justins brother) were next to us, so we caused a ruckus center stage. Mark and I made faces at each other and I tried to make Mike laugh but all he wanted to be was a camera whore striking poses. Michael busted out his song Hero, which was even better this time than last time. So I look over to Karen and notice she is writing her number on a napkin to the guy in LP. I didn't think I made a look, but I guess it was a shocked look because when I check the stage the guys are all looking at me and laughing. Mark points at Karen and I just shrug, yay Karen.

After the encore we hung out and talked. Justin told me I was a scarecrow (more on that later). We load the stuff out then hit up IHOP with Mark. Very interesting conversation. I get yelled out for being crude, but everyone else can say what they want - no fair! So I spill my issues over my omelette, then we leave. Mark can barely stay awake, so I drove his silver beast back to his house - a 45 minute drive - while Karen followed. Poor girl, I was weaving everywhere and almost missed my exits since I had no idea where I was going since I never went from that direction. I fall asleep on our way back to Delaware. Work in the morning. And work now, so I will finish blogging later on tonight.

why are my knuckles bleeding

A few thoughts on this evening:

Hmmm...so its against the law to walk down main street with a coors light? who would have guessed. I knew the cop and he laughed at me for being a dumbass. Technically I was only outside of the store. Shit, that makes it sound even worse.

And hi DUI. Not me though. But seriously now - the cops were rounding people up in the lot for the sobriety check. YOU DON'T GET INTO YOUR CAR THAT IS PARKED RIGHT NEXT TO THE COPS AFTER YOU HAVE BEEN DRINKING. Poor girl, at least Aaron's parents picked them up.

Michelle and I threw a couch off of our roof, we rule. It didn't bust as much as we anticipated.

Oh damn, Mike is outside of my window yelling at the people at Dunkin Donuts and the boys just rounded him up. We seriously went to Dunkin Donuts at least 6 times since 11 pm tonight, they love us.

Speaking of Mike, I tied his shoes around the table and the table went FLYING. Part of the table is held together with duct tape, so it wasn't the first time it fell over tonight. And margerita mix with vodka looks and tastes like Hi-C ecto cooler.
Holy crap Mike is screaming outside of my window again. Hey, you all would be proud of me, I only drank not much tonight. Soco and fruit punch I am such the chemist.

We partied over at the apartment across the alleyway from me, and we ended up throwing shit onto each others porches half the night, its gonna suck cleaning up. In the midst of dancing on the rooftop I brushed my head against one of the many wires crossing over us. Guess one does not get electrocuted that way.

I seriously wonder how I get through my days...

Tuesday, December 30, 2003

why can't i cook...?

Just thought you would like to know...

I decided to make Thai food for dinner, in the microwave. yes, I try to find the easy way around cooking. And yes, dinner is at 10:37 in the evening. The damn package tells me 5-7 minutes, so I put it in for 6. I'm watching TV and hear a crackling noise, so I ignore it. The crackling does not subside so I assess the situation. A bowl full of Thai stuff is now nuked and crusted to the bottom of my bowl. Only after 4 minutes! 4 MINUTES!!! Damn you lying package. Ahhh at least I can make a mean grilled cheese.


This guy smells.

"People are a pain in my ass" - Rainbow Chris

That sums it up. Ok, for the past three years, this guy has come in every single freaking day. Sometimes twice a day. And I have never seen him in a different outfit ever. Ever ever ever ever and its gross. And its not like the man doesn't have money, he has spent enough here to buy a car - a nice car.

He remembers CDs, all classical, by their number and asks us to recall them and order them. Which is fine, but when they aren't in the system, he freaks out. And he thinks I am incompetent if its not in the system. As if I can't type in 10 numbers. What an insult when he leaves me and asks someone else the same damn question he asked me.

Like I said before, he comes in every day. And the same question "did you get a shipment in today". Now - if he can mentally recall all of these numbers for years, you would think by now he will know when we get our shipments. And we also think that by now he should know that he is the only one that readily buys classical in our store, so unless he orders it, we don't have it in. There is no need to waste pur patience on his obsessiveness. Ew, he also orders multiple copies of stuff. Like a CD he bought 3 months ago, he wants a second copy of. I highly doubt he is buying it for anyone, and its not like it wore out in 3 months. He's crazy.

I wouldn't be so disgusted by him if he wasn't so damn rude. Sorry for my Rainbow rant, but geez. Chris and I want to follow him home one day just to see where he lives. We all have our philosophies on him. The most prevelant one being that he was crazy and kicked out of his country and has a steady fund coming from whoever kicked him out. We can't imagine him working anywhere.

I often wonder if he goes into the other stores and asks for product by serial numbers.

Monday, December 29, 2003

my undying love for mike leach

seriously now. mike is just so damn amazing and i am so happy i met him and he is in my life. i hope i rock his world. mike is near perfect, from his amazing shaker skills to well....
i am at a loss for words to tell you how fantastic this guy is. and super cool. driving around in the van with him is the highlight of my life. he also listens to my drunk babbling while sitting in his boxers. and we like the same alt country bands because we enjoy angsty crooners with a drawl. mike leach is the definition of rock and roll. Know it and embrace it.

:-) Hahaha. Ok, so Mike tells me last night that he reads this and that I should post more about him, so there you go. He was a bit upset and almost hated me for not writing all about him at the Recher. Hope ya didn't get too offended ;-).

Sunday, December 28, 2003

blah la la laaa

working at the record store for a few hours listening to modest mouse. there is a boy in here that looks all too familiar, though i don't know his name.

he is holding a bunch of used cds that i love: blur, duncan sheik, and will hoge. can't tell the fourth.

we just talked about the band jump little children. i should know you. who are you?