P FUNK!!!
So, last week was pretty awesome, aside from going completely broke. I haven't been this poor since last year when my car blew a head gasket.
Anyways, Sunday, I drove to Greensboro to see Julia and the UNC-G symphony orchestra play a few songs in this bitchin' church. I still think that Vigo the Carpathian would make a better centerpiece than the crucifix, especially with all the beasts of Revelations surrounding it, but that's just me. Moving on, the concert was exquisite. I didn't really have a 'favorite', but the epic chorus part of the Barber piece was really cool. Had some of the best pizza ever afterwards, talked for a bit with Julia and Collin(?) and drove home. The drive home was uneventful except for the amazing time I made. Greensboro is between 2.5 and 3 hours away, and I made it back in less than 2 hours. No traffic + steady 75 miles per hour made that part easy. Also, I think my gas mileage was around 40 mpg, unless my gas hand was reading way off.
Next day I had off, and I went total lazy mode. I didn't shower, or even get out of my pajamas. I hate doing that, mostly because my hair gets greasy and it's pretty disgusting.
Moving on, the next night, I got to see a band I never expected to actually see live: Parliament Funkadelic. This is one of those bands that I can listen to no matter what kind of mood I'm in and it always makes me feel groovy. George Clinton has tragically cut off his rainbow-colored dreads, but other than that, the show was awesome. At any given time, there could be 25 people on that tiny stage, including 6(!) guitarists.
What has kept that show so fresh in my mind, aside from the mind-blowing business of the stage and amazing music, was the fact that I, for the first time, got a phone number from a complete stranger. I noticed the two attractive girls in front of me taking pictures so, when they were both pulled onstage to dance with Sir Nose d'Voidoffunk, I figured they would like some pics of that, too. Using that to get a phone number was an afterthought, I swear. Anyways, she didn't (wouldn't?) give me a name, but said that she'd add me on facebook if I gave her my name, which I did. She hasn't added me yet. Recognizing an obvious blowoff, I am nonetheless interested in finding out her name. Which brings me to tonight. Knowing from her area code that she is from the Greenville area, but not even having a first name with which to work, I may have found her anyways. In about 10 minutes. If this chick is actually her, I am officially THE internet ninja, and I'm going to work for the government.
This is not to say that I'm going to stalk her at all, I just think it's fun to find information. I may not even add her, but I still have to confirm that it's her. Since my pictures didn't turn out so well (you try holding a camera still while shaking your ass), it's hard to compare the profile picture, but I'm sure the little mark under the corner of her mouth is the same.
Now the quandry: Do I continue on, secure in the knowledge that I probably did find her with nothing but a (somewhat large) city to go on, or do I send her a big, scary FOUND YOU ANYWAYS message?
Also, I don't mean to sound like I'm obsessing over this. It's late, and happens to be on my mind at the moment.
Oh, and pics of the show to come after I figure out what may be corrupting the picture files on my phone. Goddammit.
And someone get me this: https://shop.misadigital.com/
Anyways, Sunday, I drove to Greensboro to see Julia and the UNC-G symphony orchestra play a few songs in this bitchin' church. I still think that Vigo the Carpathian would make a better centerpiece than the crucifix, especially with all the beasts of Revelations surrounding it, but that's just me. Moving on, the concert was exquisite. I didn't really have a 'favorite', but the epic chorus part of the Barber piece was really cool. Had some of the best pizza ever afterwards, talked for a bit with Julia and Collin(?) and drove home. The drive home was uneventful except for the amazing time I made. Greensboro is between 2.5 and 3 hours away, and I made it back in less than 2 hours. No traffic + steady 75 miles per hour made that part easy. Also, I think my gas mileage was around 40 mpg, unless my gas hand was reading way off.
Next day I had off, and I went total lazy mode. I didn't shower, or even get out of my pajamas. I hate doing that, mostly because my hair gets greasy and it's pretty disgusting.
Moving on, the next night, I got to see a band I never expected to actually see live: Parliament Funkadelic. This is one of those bands that I can listen to no matter what kind of mood I'm in and it always makes me feel groovy. George Clinton has tragically cut off his rainbow-colored dreads, but other than that, the show was awesome. At any given time, there could be 25 people on that tiny stage, including 6(!) guitarists.
What has kept that show so fresh in my mind, aside from the mind-blowing business of the stage and amazing music, was the fact that I, for the first time, got a phone number from a complete stranger. I noticed the two attractive girls in front of me taking pictures so, when they were both pulled onstage to dance with Sir Nose d'Voidoffunk, I figured they would like some pics of that, too. Using that to get a phone number was an afterthought, I swear. Anyways, she didn't (wouldn't?) give me a name, but said that she'd add me on facebook if I gave her my name, which I did. She hasn't added me yet. Recognizing an obvious blowoff, I am nonetheless interested in finding out her name. Which brings me to tonight. Knowing from her area code that she is from the Greenville area, but not even having a first name with which to work, I may have found her anyways. In about 10 minutes. If this chick is actually her, I am officially THE internet ninja, and I'm going to work for the government.
This is not to say that I'm going to stalk her at all, I just think it's fun to find information. I may not even add her, but I still have to confirm that it's her. Since my pictures didn't turn out so well (you try holding a camera still while shaking your ass), it's hard to compare the profile picture, but I'm sure the little mark under the corner of her mouth is the same.
Now the quandry: Do I continue on, secure in the knowledge that I probably did find her with nothing but a (somewhat large) city to go on, or do I send her a big, scary FOUND YOU ANYWAYS message?
Also, I don't mean to sound like I'm obsessing over this. It's late, and happens to be on my mind at the moment.
Oh, and pics of the show to come after I figure out what may be corrupting the picture files on my phone. Goddammit.
And someone get me this: https://shop.misadigital.com/
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