get down get deeper and down get down get deeper and down (saturday night)
This entry will be divided into three parts. All parts are, of course, important to me, but if you are only going to read one of them, please read the third. Because I said so.
Part One
Thursday Night: After a nerve-wracking day at work, (I overexposed an entire sitting's worth of film), I find out that I am going to the Lola Ray/Sum41/Good Charlotte show at the Paramount with Crystal. Although dead tired, I go because, hey--GC used to be one of my favorite bands. We stand in a really long line (long enough to make the news: the line wrapped around an overpass and distracted I-5 drivers enough to cause a multiple-car car accident) and notice that most of the concertgoers fall into one of two categories: Sluts and Teenyboppers/Teenybopper Parents. The Sluts aren't ACTUALLY sluts, but they have spent at least two hours getting ready for the concert, complete with too-well-done face makeup, stick-straight straightened hair, jean mini-skirts and heels. (Where the hell do they think they're going?! The Paramount is not a brothel.) The Teenyboppers are the exact same girls you would have seen five years ago at a Spice Girls concert, except now the "In Thing" is to be really moody, wear loads of black eyeliner and black-purple lipstick and wear lots and lots of fishnets. Fishnet, apparently, is not just for legwear anymore... it is also for your hands and arms and neck and great for draping over "angst-ingly" cut clothing. They all looked so horribly lost that I wanted to cry for them and give them their mothers... and then I saw their mothers. Bored out of their minds, completely unaware of what the concert would hold for them--thinking "I hope they have good special effects, at least when I took so-and-so to the Britney concert last year I wasn't bored." There is a tiny third category, which I guess Crystal and I fall under, of normal looking people who just want to have a good time. The music isn't our life. But we have fun.
The concert is smashing good even though my feet feel like razors, and now I want to buy Good Charlotte's new CD. "I Just Wanna Live" is a fun song that sort of has a pop/rock/hiphop/michael jackson flavor to it. Or something like that.
Friday: Nate's here! But I don't get to see him. Instead, Crystal, Ben and I go see Tessa in the Twilight Zone at Theatre Shmeatre. It's very good to see Tessa, and she has really long hair now. We've sort of swapped places, in the hair respect, except that hers is straight and she brushes it. :o)
Part Two
Saturday: Fucking work. I have it from 4-8:30 pm today, which means that I see Nate for a total of one and a half hours while he is up visiting from CA. After work, (which I actually have tons of fun at, despite the fact that I think the Assistant Manager, Heather, thinks that I'm annoying for asking questions), Crystal and I diddle around at my house before picking up Molly/going to her dorm/deciding to go out to eat. It takes us forty-five minutes to find a Red Robin in Seattle (mostly because we are directionally impaired), so when we find it at midnight, it's closed. We head to broadway and hit The Broadway Grill which is open until 3 am and is therefore awesome. The atmosphere is very laid-back-cool, as are the people and the waitstaff. The food is excellent (despite its record for having hit-or-miss menu items) and the prices reasonable. Crystal and I rejoice in our finding of this great mecca of restaurant-ness.
I roll into bed completely full and happy at 3 am.
Part Three
My website is up and running! Please everyone visit it and leave me feedback notes here. So far it is just a silly experiment (and is very girl-oriented so the guys might want to steer clear), but I am happy about it nonetheless. To view it, click here.
Okay, that's all for now. I'm exhausted.
Part One
Thursday Night: After a nerve-wracking day at work, (I overexposed an entire sitting's worth of film), I find out that I am going to the Lola Ray/Sum41/Good Charlotte show at the Paramount with Crystal. Although dead tired, I go because, hey--GC used to be one of my favorite bands. We stand in a really long line (long enough to make the news: the line wrapped around an overpass and distracted I-5 drivers enough to cause a multiple-car car accident) and notice that most of the concertgoers fall into one of two categories: Sluts and Teenyboppers/Teenybopper Parents. The Sluts aren't ACTUALLY sluts, but they have spent at least two hours getting ready for the concert, complete with too-well-done face makeup, stick-straight straightened hair, jean mini-skirts and heels. (Where the hell do they think they're going?! The Paramount is not a brothel.) The Teenyboppers are the exact same girls you would have seen five years ago at a Spice Girls concert, except now the "In Thing" is to be really moody, wear loads of black eyeliner and black-purple lipstick and wear lots and lots of fishnets. Fishnet, apparently, is not just for legwear anymore... it is also for your hands and arms and neck and great for draping over "angst-ingly" cut clothing. They all looked so horribly lost that I wanted to cry for them and give them their mothers... and then I saw their mothers. Bored out of their minds, completely unaware of what the concert would hold for them--thinking "I hope they have good special effects, at least when I took so-and-so to the Britney concert last year I wasn't bored." There is a tiny third category, which I guess Crystal and I fall under, of normal looking people who just want to have a good time. The music isn't our life. But we have fun.
The concert is smashing good even though my feet feel like razors, and now I want to buy Good Charlotte's new CD. "I Just Wanna Live" is a fun song that sort of has a pop/rock/hiphop/michael jackson flavor to it. Or something like that.
Friday: Nate's here! But I don't get to see him. Instead, Crystal, Ben and I go see Tessa in the Twilight Zone at Theatre Shmeatre. It's very good to see Tessa, and she has really long hair now. We've sort of swapped places, in the hair respect, except that hers is straight and she brushes it. :o)
Part Two
Saturday: Fucking work. I have it from 4-8:30 pm today, which means that I see Nate for a total of one and a half hours while he is up visiting from CA. After work, (which I actually have tons of fun at, despite the fact that I think the Assistant Manager, Heather, thinks that I'm annoying for asking questions), Crystal and I diddle around at my house before picking up Molly/going to her dorm/deciding to go out to eat. It takes us forty-five minutes to find a Red Robin in Seattle (mostly because we are directionally impaired), so when we find it at midnight, it's closed. We head to broadway and hit The Broadway Grill which is open until 3 am and is therefore awesome. The atmosphere is very laid-back-cool, as are the people and the waitstaff. The food is excellent (despite its record for having hit-or-miss menu items) and the prices reasonable. Crystal and I rejoice in our finding of this great mecca of restaurant-ness.
I roll into bed completely full and happy at 3 am.
Part Three
My website is up and running! Please everyone visit it and leave me feedback notes here. So far it is just a silly experiment (and is very girl-oriented so the guys might want to steer clear), but I am happy about it nonetheless. To view it, click here.
Okay, that's all for now. I'm exhausted.