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this is my tire flattening outing experience as typed by tiffany in her own live journal:
On Monday night Linzi & I went to a concert in Albany, we left 15 minutes before the show started, knowing it took an hour to get there, luckily, as expected, it started late and we got there on time. Even if we did get a little lost.
Before the bands came on there was this 31 y/o woman who got up and sang songs with her guitar. It was hard to understand what she was saying because we realized she never really closed her mouth. She had predictable music and lyrics(when you could understand them) like "You broke my heart in the parking lot of a record store where you work" I know that she was 31 because later that night she was asking people to guess her age then laughing and saying 31 after everyone guessed mid or early 20s. I thought 37, I said 23. But honestly you cant say anything older than that to a woman. She wanted to give hope to the kids that aging doesnt have to be that bad. Riiiiight.
The first band was pretty good and had a hottie girl bassist who we determined had a Laurie Partridge/Karen Carpenter thing going on.
The second band was from OHIO. I asked them if that meant they knew Drew Carey. They were new wavey and fun and put on a good show. I got a cd but left it in L's bag.
-13 y/o girls dressing to look older/hotter/sluttier/gother should wear shoes they can manage stairs in without looking like a spider.-
At one point someone yelled "hey!" a couple times at me angrily. The club was filled with twenty-somethings, so it was a big surprise when I turned around to see a forty-something mexican dude sitting on a stool looking back at me. I thought he was going to yell at me for stepping on his foot or something by the anger in his voice when he was getting my attention. On the contrary. He started talking about how he liked my hair and kept on trying to touch it. He was a total creep so i dragged L outside and away from him.
We didn't stay for the last band, instead, we headed home. On I-90, the car started shaking, then shaking quite violently. We pulled the car off the road, onto the divider between the interstate and exit 12. The front left tire was flat. Me, being the Dyke I am knew how to jack up the car, and take the wheel off. Just cause I knew how to do it doesn't mean it happened. The wheel was RUSTED ON. After pulling on it like crazy we had to have L's mom come get us. A nice man pulled over to help and while he couldnt get the wheel off either, he went to the cops and told them that we were there. Not too long after a cop showed up to find out about the situation and make sure we were okay. Then, about an hour after we called, L's mom showed up to get us. It was a long wait, and quite cold, but at least we wore new years tiaras and got some big rigs to honk at us.
On Monday night Linzi & I went to a concert in Albany, we left 15 minutes before the show started, knowing it took an hour to get there, luckily, as expected, it started late and we got there on time. Even if we did get a little lost.
Before the bands came on there was this 31 y/o woman who got up and sang songs with her guitar. It was hard to understand what she was saying because we realized she never really closed her mouth. She had predictable music and lyrics(when you could understand them) like "You broke my heart in the parking lot of a record store where you work" I know that she was 31 because later that night she was asking people to guess her age then laughing and saying 31 after everyone guessed mid or early 20s. I thought 37, I said 23. But honestly you cant say anything older than that to a woman. She wanted to give hope to the kids that aging doesnt have to be that bad. Riiiiight.
The first band was pretty good and had a hottie girl bassist who we determined had a Laurie Partridge/Karen Carpenter thing going on.
The second band was from OHIO. I asked them if that meant they knew Drew Carey. They were new wavey and fun and put on a good show. I got a cd but left it in L's bag.
-13 y/o girls dressing to look older/hotter/sluttier/gother should wear shoes they can manage stairs in without looking like a spider.-
At one point someone yelled "hey!" a couple times at me angrily. The club was filled with twenty-somethings, so it was a big surprise when I turned around to see a forty-something mexican dude sitting on a stool looking back at me. I thought he was going to yell at me for stepping on his foot or something by the anger in his voice when he was getting my attention. On the contrary. He started talking about how he liked my hair and kept on trying to touch it. He was a total creep so i dragged L outside and away from him.
We didn't stay for the last band, instead, we headed home. On I-90, the car started shaking, then shaking quite violently. We pulled the car off the road, onto the divider between the interstate and exit 12. The front left tire was flat. Me, being the Dyke I am knew how to jack up the car, and take the wheel off. Just cause I knew how to do it doesn't mean it happened. The wheel was RUSTED ON. After pulling on it like crazy we had to have L's mom come get us. A nice man pulled over to help and while he couldnt get the wheel off either, he went to the cops and told them that we were there. Not too long after a cop showed up to find out about the situation and make sure we were okay. Then, about an hour after we called, L's mom showed up to get us. It was a long wait, and quite cold, but at least we wore new years tiaras and got some big rigs to honk at us.