Saturday, February 28, 2004
The following took place between Friday morning and Saturday afternoon... and will probably take you just as long to read. Heh. You were warned! :P
Today
I am in such a GREAT mood today, it's absolutely frightening how deliriously happy I am.
[Random Girlie Moment]
My hair is awesome today. It's such a great hair day, you have no idea. And it's not just a great hair day -- it's a really really great hair day. Normally I hate my hair, because it's not that wonderfully straight, silky stereotypical Asian hair that I'm so jealous of. It's thick, it's kinky (although a hairdresser once told me it was still too straight and silky to do anything with), and it was tortured by this godawful haircut a few months back. But this morning, I was so so so happy to see it's now a few inches past my shoulder (though it needs to be trimmed), was light and fluffy and soft and relatively straight and silky, and no matter how hard I tried to mess with it (running my hands through it, shaking my head like a crazy woman), it either fell back in place or ended up with the good kind of messy look. SQUEE! (If I were psychotic, I'd tell you all how I was running around the house just to see it bounce in the mirror... but I won't because stuff like that is just CRAZY!!!!)
So of course, today was the first day I've worn my hair down while out in public. Even drove with the windows down (because it's almost 50 degrees! weeee!). Too bad the only places I went today were the recycling center for the dad, and Barnes and Nobles for me. But as I'm sitting here having my incredibly girlie moment, and pausing to play with my own hair, I can't help but think I need to add to the list of qualities for my ideal man (already detailed in the LJ meme). Along with the "needs to understand and encourage (or at least support) my obsessions," which I added earlier this morning, I'd also like to add "will play with my hair" to that list. Because really, I love having my hair played with. I tried to French braid it this morning, but I can't do that for my life, so PerfectGuy should also learn how to do that because if PerfectGuy and I ever get together and make babies, it would be sexyhot watching him braid our daughter's hair. I'm all about guys doing unexpected adorable things. (Whoa! Another freaky psycho moment there... lo siento...)
The only thing that could have topped today's happiness is if I had a good face day and a good body day. But you know, we need to deal with reality here. Meh.
But yes, I was so insanely cheerful today (gorgeous, brilliant, spring-like day, ahhhh) that if any guy came up to me and made me laugh for more than five minutes, I would have jumped him. Seriously... I was in such a good mood, I was easy. LMAO. (Sadly, no guys around today.)
[/Random Girlie Moment]
And with that ends this insane psycho freak show. Need to stop before I scare myself. You guys I already know are frightened of me.
Also the Poohster is in a wonderful mood because I brought a new book. Yeah, shocking, no? So now that brings my concurrent reading list to
1. Playing for the Ashes, Elizabeth George (almost finished, yay!)
2. The Company, Robert Littell (it will be finished, dammit!)
3. The Crimson Petal and The White, Michel Faber (umm... no hurry here)
4. The Dante Club, Matthew Pearl (three chapters in, woohoo!)
5. Jennifer Government, Max Barry (two chapters in)
6. The Well of Lost Plots, Jasper Fforde (just came in! the dustjacket has been fondled already, squee!)
7. Pattern Recognition, William Gibson (newest acquisition, and ten chapters in already, rowr!)
There really needs to be more of me (scary thought) so I can read all of these books simultaneously instead of reading a few chapter at a time and rotating through them. Sigh.
Okay, now that the random squeeing is over and done with, we return to our regularly scheduled snarking. Because God knows I'm way too emotionally detached from real life to be truly happy about anything and everything. Let's start with this afternoon. Dropped by B&N to pick up the latest book I don't need right now. Ran into a girl who forgot to check her clothes before leaving the house wearing fishnet pantyhose, a mini-mini skirt, one knee-high boot on her left foot, one calf-high boot with black and white horizontal-striped knee-high tights on her right foot. I get putting on different socks, but different shoes? Huh. The man with her looked like your average surburban guy. I just... I just have no words because I'm old and conservative, and I've embraced that fact. But really.... dude. Mirrors are these really wonderful newfangled inventions. Everyone should invest in one.
Yesterday
Long, long, long, long, long day.
Took the bus into the city in the morning. It was actually quite nice and comfy. Ended up taking the subway to Brooklyn to drop off the PoohMom's cell phone, which she forget and needed. So that ate about an hour and a half of my time. Then took the subway back to Manhattan, transferred a few times, and then got out and walked down 8th from 59th to Times Square. Ahhh... nothing like a nice brisk walk to get the blood flowing and the cheeks all nice and rosy. I was all about the citystrut (tm Jenai). I've come to accept the fact that I'm not a slow walker. I'd rather walk around the block ten times at a fast clip than slowly around it once. Maybe that's just the New Yorker in me. Zoom zoom, baby.
Waited for Thing 1 to call me, after her movers had moved all her stuff from the old apartment to the new one. Then I got on the subway to go cross-town. In a moment of distraction, almost got on the wrong train (which would have taken me all the way to Queens). Ugh. Really need to stop having brainfarts in the city. Ended up relaxing a bit in her new studio, but then had to help her put her futon back together again, rearrange her furniture, and clean. Silly girl didn't have her cable working yet so we didn't even get to leave the TV on or check email. (HORRORS!) Took a break to get shakes and ice cream sodas (at the world's slooooowest diner ever). Then returned to the apartment to help her line shelves and stuff.
Decided to meet cd for dinner before the concert. Thing 1 needed to go back to her old apartment so we walked about ten blocks together, then she caught the bus and I walked a couple more to meet cd at Grand Central. (You know, with all this walking, I'm really pissed that I didn't wake up this morning to see a new svelte PoohBody. Hrmph!) We played the "Find Me" game in the main concourse, which is always fun, and then hoofed it back across town towards Roseland. (Seriously... I should have calculated my foot mileage that day.)
Gossip... Pizza... More gossip about y'all (**evil cackle**)...
Concert. It was small and crowded and smoky. And it started about half an hour late. I'm not really a concert-going person (Steph really should have gone in my place). I am like the queen of homebodies, so I would much rather listen to music at home where I can kick off my shoes and dance if I want to without worrying about accidentally humping some sweaty perv in the middle of some smelly crowd of strangers. So... this review isn't so much a review of the music as the actual experience/people.
There were two -- TWO, dammit! -- opening acts. First was Atomship, which I know absolutely nothing about, except that their music was loud. (Oh god, this post is going to suck ass... I sound like I'm 50!!!) Oh, and that their guitarist or bassist had really pretty hair. You know, the real rock and roll hair. Long, flowing, straight... pretty. The kind I'm jealous of. He was totally rockin' the hair. And the lead guy's idea of getting into his music was The Elbow Dance. You know, the one where the lower half of his body is still, his shoulders are twisting around a bit, his head is bouncing, and his one elbow (connected to the hand holding the mic) is spazzing out all over the place. The elbow was here; it was there; it was up; it was down; it was in your face; it was in his face; it was playing Twister with itself. I really wish I could describe it better because it was mesmerizing. To me, anyway. Then there was another 30 minutes of stage set-up after they were finished before the second opening act came on. And that would be Default. Even though I have an almost geezer-ish, stuck in the 80's, taste in music, I at least knew one of their songs. So that was good. But then after that, everything else sounded the same (ugh, I suck... Steph's going to be mad at me, right?). And like the band before, their guitarist (or was it bassist?) also had the hair thing going. He had two long skinny braids (of which I did not covet, unlike the hair of the guy before him), and every time his head bounced, the braids went up into the air and kinda did their own crazy twisty patterns. Fascinating, I'm telling you. And somewhere along the line... there was nothing but the distinct, sweet sweet sweet aroma of cannabis floating through the air. Ahhhh..... But of course, The Pooh did not inhale. LOL. (Actually, I can't really stand the smell, so thankfully that stopped after awhile.) :-(
Then there was another half hour (or was it longer?) wait for them to set up for Evanescence. Now, I suck. I'll admit it. I enjoy their music, but I probably embarrassed myself being there as I honestly was kind of out of it during the concert. Had there been less people (see description below), I might have enjoyed myself more. As it was, I had been out all day already and they were taking their goddamn time getting the concert moving along that you know... the concert ended up being "pretty good" instead of "great" or "awesome" or "woooohooooo". CD and I had spent a good deal of time searching for some place to sit while we waited, so by the time the real concert started, we just sat on the benches along the side of the room. Thankfully, since we were sitting up on top of the bench, we could see above all the heads and got a pretty good view of the stage considering where we were seated. So yeah... they were really good, had a lot of energy, and everything was great, great, great. Unfortunately, they only played for about an hour (I feel a bit cheated, actually), and then came back for a one-song encore.
And... that was about it. In all honesty, I think I spent way more time being amused by all the concert-goers than anything else. It was a great crowd to observe and snark on. All types of people were there: families with kids, the teens, the college+ group, the moms, the dads, the couples, the goths, the skanks, the ones who looked like they just left the gym, the men in pinstriped suits, the music snobs, and the girls with fat asses hanging out of their low-rise jeans sitting on their boytoy's shoulders. (I personally was waiting for either a boob or a buttcheek to pop out, and then for the subsequent Janet-like squeal of wannabe-skank. Didn't happen, though.) Oh, and there was one guy there who made me think of Rach and SpicySalami. He was an older guy, standing near our seats, dressed in ugly-ass loafers, jeans, a white-button shirt, and a navy sweater draped over his shoulders. I kept hearing Rach's voice saying "Eurotrash" in my head, and that just made me think of Salazar. LOL. Except this guy wasn't as hot, duh. Before we went to sit down, we were standing pretty close to the middle of the room, up against a support column. And of course, I'd be remiss if I forgot to mention the people standing near us before we migrated to a "better" location. These two girls, who were toting backpacks and looked like they had just gotten out of class, ended up standing by us. Before the bands started playing, one of the girls sat on the floor and took out a magazine to read. And then during the two opening acts, was actually sitting on the floor and sleeping. Dude, who does that? Umm.... Yeah. That's just... Umm... Actually, I've never ever seen that happen before, but then again, I haven't been to too many concerts so who knows (Steph???). She kept getting tripped over, and it was majorly embarrassing because there were four Asian girls standing (or sitting) near each other, and two of us didn't know the other two. But then, we tend to migrate in packs, anyway. Heh. Long story short with them... CD kept bumping into her, which was annoying, so we ended up walking around and then looking for a place to sit.
Anyway... that's almost everything I remember. Like I'd be dumb enough to write down everything, eh? We were stupidly sober during the whole thing, which had we taken care of that, might have increased the enjoyment factor. But overall, a fun and interesting evening. You know, with the gossip and snark and all. Heh.
And if you read all the way down to here... Sheesh! Get a life!
|| posted by Pooh at 10:19 PM ... ||