Take a Bite out of Oregon
Ok, so Rachel and Wendy and I just got back from the Bite. Or rather, Rachel just dropped me off at my house (after Wendy dropped us off at Rachel's car). We had a *brilliant* time tonight! After some sitcom antics with Rachel and I trying to find Wendy at the show ("I'm next to the stage" -- "there are three stages!"), we all got together and started drinking Tilts right before the Decemberists hit the stage (Tilt's are something akin to Red Bull and vodka mixed together). They hit me pretty quickly because I had already started drinking before we even got to the show.
But anyway, Wendy and I agreed that the Decembrists' violinist was so adorable. She was riding the fence right between 'cute' and 'pretty', though she had a disinterested look in her eyes when she sang. Too cool for school and whatnot, I suppose, but still adorable. They put on a good set, if not the most exciting in the world.
But oh. When the Violent Femmes came on, the mayhem was in full swing. We had each gone through a decent amount of alcohol (among other things, although some of us had to sit out on that because we're trying to get a job, sigh!), and we were right in the middle of some manic high-schoolers. At least, they all looked like high-schoolers to us. So cute! One of these girls actually grabbed my ass with both hands and laughed, so that was even better than getting carded by the guy at the beer tent. I swear, it's always the jailbait that goes for me. Curse my youthful appearance and endearing immaturity! Yeah, whatever. When I'm drunk I get all "protective", trying to guard the girls from the impromptu moshpits that crop up. Most of them love that, though there's always that one that has to prove herself by getting in the middle of it. You will learn, sister!
Anyway, it was a great show. Now I'm at home, and it's really strange because the place is a wreck. Thresa left her shoes thrown all willy-nilly in the middle of the floor, along with various papers and some kind of chain that you hang plants from the ceiling with, as well as a roll of scotch tape and I don't even know what else. This is totally strange and uncharacteristic of her. It's almost as if she were abducted by aliens out of the blue. I'm sure she's fine, but it's all so bizarre. Maybe she took off and is coming back home very shortly, I don't know. But I think I'm going to stumble back to my bedroom and crash land. I'm supposed to meet up with some band people tomorrow, I think. Oy. Oy!
But anyway, Wendy and I agreed that the Decembrists' violinist was so adorable. She was riding the fence right between 'cute' and 'pretty', though she had a disinterested look in her eyes when she sang. Too cool for school and whatnot, I suppose, but still adorable. They put on a good set, if not the most exciting in the world.
But oh. When the Violent Femmes came on, the mayhem was in full swing. We had each gone through a decent amount of alcohol (among other things, although some of us had to sit out on that because we're trying to get a job, sigh!), and we were right in the middle of some manic high-schoolers. At least, they all looked like high-schoolers to us. So cute! One of these girls actually grabbed my ass with both hands and laughed, so that was even better than getting carded by the guy at the beer tent. I swear, it's always the jailbait that goes for me. Curse my youthful appearance and endearing immaturity! Yeah, whatever. When I'm drunk I get all "protective", trying to guard the girls from the impromptu moshpits that crop up. Most of them love that, though there's always that one that has to prove herself by getting in the middle of it. You will learn, sister!
Anyway, it was a great show. Now I'm at home, and it's really strange because the place is a wreck. Thresa left her shoes thrown all willy-nilly in the middle of the floor, along with various papers and some kind of chain that you hang plants from the ceiling with, as well as a roll of scotch tape and I don't even know what else. This is totally strange and uncharacteristic of her. It's almost as if she were abducted by aliens out of the blue. I'm sure she's fine, but it's all so bizarre. Maybe she took off and is coming back home very shortly, I don't know. But I think I'm going to stumble back to my bedroom and crash land. I'm supposed to meet up with some band people tomorrow, I think. Oy. Oy!