I am really getting stoked about the concert tonight. I hope it doesn’t suck. I’ve seen The Killers live on TV and they’ve always been rather horrible live. I also pray to the concert gods that there be a minimal amount of teeny-bopper twits there.
We’re all meeting at Rockwell’s place for pizza before the show. Which sounds so good cause I am starving.
Reason #1062 to move to Boystown. Getting to Rockwell’s won’t be a walking/cab taking pain in the butt endeavor all the time. But, that’s just me being anal about having enough time to get out of here and get ready and get over there before the show.
In a total high-school-girl kinda way I wish I would have had my mom sew that missing button back onto my black punk rocker button down so I could wear that with the skinny red tie tonight. I just realized if I still wanted to be a dork and wear some punk rock eye liner to the show, Rockwell’s roommate can help me put it on. (Because there is a difference between regular women’s eye liner and punk rock eye liner.. oh yes.. there is...) I wish I’d have gone out and gotten a new earring too. I feel like a suburban mom going out for her one night with the girls a month.
Oh well, if I can’t look totally punk rock I can still wear all 97 jelly bracelets I have on one arm tonight. Rock on!!
I’ve only got a week to play dress up before I am too old.
I wonder who the opening act is. Everyone knows I get a hard on for opening acts. Yay! I am actually excited and happy about something!
I just chewed on of my nails off and it tasted like orange from the orange I had earlier. Brilliant!
Dammit!
They are so friggen glam and posh.. I LOVE IT!!