That's Just Who I Am This Week

Last night, my brother, his wife and I took my sister, Mrs. Urie, to see Fall Out Boy.

I like some of their music, but they fall into the same category as Panic! At The Disco. Which is, there are millions of badly dressed 12-17 year old emo girls who LOVE them and will do ANYTHING to be NEAR them. As an adult at a concert, you are almost obviously a chaperone. But then, most chaperones are parents. I am not nearly old enough to be a parent to anyone of that age.

Being a twenty-something in a crowd of ‘old people’ and teens leaves you feeling…a little odd. The last time I went to one of these shows, a girl said, “What are you, FORTY?” Now, this wouldn’t have been so bad if I were forty, but I was 24. I am also a little hot tempered and am not used to being disrespected so frequently and obviously – and that doesn’t make for a good combination when the offender is a minor. It’s not like I can really punch them, which is how I would solve that situation at, say, a bar. So, I leave pissed off and frustrated and a little insecure.

This time?

We owned that shit.

My brother was THAT Guy. You know? The really loud, “YEAH BABY!!” Dancing like a freak, drunk guy? Yep…he was That Guy. Before he even finished his first beer. But, you really have to know that my brother is always That Guy. It’s just funny in public.

Here he is being That Guy at Mom's.

He was also That Guy who would smell a cigarette and find the person smoking so he could tell them to snuff it. Hahah! Yup, he’s That Guy, too.

Kristina and I? We were Those Women. She was That Woman who yelled at the emo kids and told them their clothes looked dumb (totally true).

I was That Drunk Woman who kept falling into people and screaming “WHOOOOOO!!!!!” in their faces and crazy dancing. Except I wasn’t drunk…I had to drive my 12-year-old sister an hour home! It was just funny. And it kept EVERYONE away from me. I had realized the secret that all the “old ladies at concerts” had held all these years. And I liked it!

The train ride back to the car was an especially funny part of the evening when That Guy was making very loud jokes to the cars full of Fall Out Boy fans. “Raise your hand if you’re emo!” Hahaha. That Guy!!

Worst part of the evening? When I let Mrs. Urie go off by herself to get an autograph from Cobra Starship. Then she didn’t come back for a long time. And I looked for her. And couldn’t find her. And I spent the entire Paul Wall set and most of The Academy Is… set trying to find my baby sister, telling myself that the idea of some pedophile stealing her was absurd. (It was, of course.)

The best part? Hearing her gush about how “Gabe” signed her arm, hugged her and TOLD HER HE LOVED HER.

Best quotes of the night:
“Show us your boobs!!” Me, kind of (I tried to throw my voice) to the girls wearing tops that were entirely too low cut.
“HE wasn’t at the show!” That Guy, to a very “highly” happy looking guy at the front of the train car. Only funny to those around us, who recognized the reference to the emo crowd.
“I just saw a drug deal!” Kristina, to me outside the Target Center.

Haha, Kristina, help me out with some more…I’m totally brain dead today.

Nobody Ever Had a Dream 'Round Here

Another Green Challenge not posted.

And now ... Now! ... the story of The Punjabi on hold?

WTH, right?

I'm lame, what more can I say?

And busy!

Last night, The Man took me to see The Killers at The Legendary Roy Wilkins Auditorium.

Pure awesomeness.

I took today off work (where my word doc containing the continuation of the story is) and I'm going to get out and do something fun before I have to pick up my sister to go to Fall Out Boy tonight.

I know, right? I was "way too old" for ONE night of concerting. Two in a row? I didn't know they were when I agreed to them both - that's all I have to say. I'll have my brother and Kristina there tonight to help keep Mrs. Urie under control. Which is good, because I think we might be on the floor again.

I'll have an update tomorrow...and pictures!! That video is The Killers in San Diego last month - we didn't bring any cameras - which totally sucked because I had a perfect view. Anyway. Save it for The Complaint Room, Amy!

When Good Things Go Bad

Today is a sad day in the Twin Cities.

ABC Radio has murdered Drive 105.

MURDERED!

It was a rough drive home to begin with, but realizing this actually made me cry.

Hey TC Residents: Want to hear some Matisyahu? How about The Kooks? The Fratellis? What about some Elvis Costello or The Cure?

Too Damn Bad.

But…if you need a good Lionel Richie fix, head on over to Drive, Oops, I mean LOVE 105.

Or, if Rock Whore Ass is what you’re into and you totally love old rock like AC/DC and Metallica - or anyone else who should be on the classic rock station - check out 93x, where my man JP The Radio Slave now resides. Their website is, like, OMG! So. Totally Cool. Like, there are half-naked whores ALL OVER it. Even a ‘hot chick of the day!’

But I won’t. I won't have that station on when my kids are around. I won't even have it on when they aren't. I outgrew that station along with my want to down a beer bong. I wonder where their gay listeners will flock to now, as well, as I can't see the loads of ass over at X being very appealing.

What’s a girl to do? What’s a music lover to do? Who the hell in this metropolis will play GOOD music???

I need some suggestions…I’m leaning toward Sirius, but I’m poor.

My lovelies, I need your help!!


(PS - I’m totally NOT going in to work today and I promise to get some new posts ready. I have to retire one that never even got posted because it was about my love/hate relationship with the aforementioned DJ. I just won‘t advertise for that POS station.)