red beans & rice didn't miss her...
SO...There are rumors going around that I've dropped off the face of the Earth. Of course, being a vet student spending all day every day in the same room with the same 80 people, I am no stranger to rumors. I've actually learned to embrace being the center of the hot daily gossip- it means I'm not BOR-ing. I will, however dispel this particular rumor as it would (I should hope) cause what I'm sure would add up to be throngs people some grief if they went around thinking that I have actually dropped off the face of the Earth. I am actually quite alive in the state that will someday soon host the new "Chocolate City." Sounds delicious.
I've noticed that some of my friends choose to recount every detail of their day to the livejournal world (ie- "Well, I woke up today after hitting snooze three times and then took a leak and then had oatmeal and then took a shower and then fell asleep again because I am so extremely boring"....etcetera etcetera). Despite the comas that such entries are guaranteed to induce in their readers, I've begun to think that maybe their reports of everyday things serve to let people know that they're still alive. To further dispel the rumors and to assure my public that I am indeed quite alive and still present on the face of the Earth (about 80 miles West of Chocolate), I've decided to give you guys a taste of my everyday. I know, I can't wait either.
So Friday, after a thrilling day in Vet High School of notes, whispering, text messaging, bitchslapping, teen pregnancy, crack cocaine, (ok, so I exaggerate) and all the stuff Degrassi episodes are made of, a group of us decided to head to a concert- Benjy Davis Project and Sons of William. I was pumped not only by the prospect of seeing a good show but by the fact that Hilari said she'd still be my friend if I wore a dress over pants. Now THAT is a friend.
So, we head out like the hotness that we are, deciding that between Emily's general hotness, Lisa's excellent pair of... eyes, Hilari's wall-catching skills, Katie's nuclear winter survival kit of a purse, and my rugby skills (to stiffarm our way to the front row), it was going to be an excellent night. To commemorate what should certainly prove to be the night great LJs are made of, Hilari & I headed to the merchandise table. We chatted it up with the guy behind the table who said he'd find us when the band came in so we could get autographs on the CD I bought. Before we returned to our spot on the front row at the stage (ahem. skii-ills), he asked us our opinion on why girls never bought their tank tops.
I replied, "Well, being a MEAT and POTATOES kinda girl....I don't tend to wear the tiny shirts so much." Seriously. "Meat and Potatoes"- a phrase straight from Vince my former coach- WHY?? Holy cow. He laughed anyway, I didn't think much about it- even after we found him later to be introduced to the band. The lead guitarist was talking to us about the guy behind the counter and I said something about it being hard to find good help these days. Gah, mouth. That was number two. He laughed anyway and again I didn't think much about it... until...
See the guy in the back? That's the lead guitarist (*swoon*). He even remembered my name after the show. I found out he lives just down the street from me (Angela, I'll need to call upon your skills for this one ;). Now notice the guy on the microphone. Yes, that's the guy who was behind the merch table. MEAT and POTATOES ...HO-LY-COW. I wanted to die. Too bad I'd used my skills to elbow up to the FRONT friggin' ROW. Pinned between the LSU golf team and stage right, there was nowhere to go. As Martina said, "We danced anyway." Because as the Bing Bong brothers might say, we were "Havin' a good time, havin' a good time, havin' a good time. Party over here."
So despite my lack of brain-to-mouth filters, we had a most excellent time. Stages were caught, twirls were twirled, hearing was lost, and crushes were crushed- leading me to what I think should be the next rumor spread about me. Yeah, did you hear the one about that Shannon girl from out-of-state? You know, the one about her and the rockstar? I hear they're going to elope and live happily ever after in the chocolate city. Delicious.
Ok, Capone- I'm waiting for that novel.