Your hair looks terrible... did you comb it with a spoon?
Since I last updated, I guess first I should say that John Mayer was AWESOME! He played my favorite songs (Vultures, I Don't Trust Myself With Loving You, Belief, and Neon), along with others... I was happy with my ticket purchase. Mat Kearney opened. He's pretty good, but it seems like his songs all sound the same and it started to bore me. That, and I could have done without the spoken word mumbojumbo that made the teenieboppers go crazy and buy Noxzema products.
Friday, the night before the concert, I helped Dionne pick out a really cute outfit. When I showed up at her house to head to the concert, however, she was lookin' like a mix between badass-end-of-Grease Olivia Newton-John Sandra Dee and Halle Berry Catwoman. I wasn't even the tiniest bit dressed up -- blue long-sleeved tee under a vintage black baby tee with shiny blue guitars all over it, jeans, tennis shoes, and my rockstar scarf and wristwarmers. Throughout the concert, I poked fun at Dionne... when I got cold, I turned to her and said, "I got chills and they're multiplyin'." Telling her that she "better shape up" was also amusing. And she teased me too, especially because I can walk in the rain sans umbrella and it was pouring -- "Girl, unlike you, I'm not perpetratin'. I'm a real black girl and my hair does not get along with water." Then, while the two of us went to fetch the car for Dionne, I had to explain to Alice what Dionne meant by telling me that I'm "perpetratin'".
I bought these slang flashcards. I keep them at work and I put up a Word of the Day. It's pretty funny hearing my coworkers, who are a motley crew, use the slang. One Word of the Day was 'Playa', in memory of Melvin, a guy I met in The Moon, after the concert. Melvin was tryin' to holla at me and get me to dance -- we ended up having this pseudo-deep convo about love, during which he accused me of being a playa. Of course, I was at the club with Dionne, so by the time I got to the office on Monday, everyone already knew the specifics of our weekend. So I made it the Word of the Day. But I'm amused that, now, random guys in my division, some of whom I've never even talked to, greet me at coffee kiosks and passing by in corridors, "Whassup playa!"
Physical Therapy sucks. I've been going 3 times a week for the past few weeks, but this week, I only had to go on Monday. They're gonne turn me loose, thank goodness, because he charges $100/session! I won't have to pay it all, if any, thanks to insurance, but still! My ankle is still a bit loose and wobbly and chubby, but not nearly as bad as it was. I've gone from the basics to painful stuff -- I have to do 180 lunges and 180 reaches along with the 30 squats, 30 toe lifts, and 180 leg lifts every day. My legs, especially my quads, are going to be cut... and my applebottom will be delicious. In the meantime, my legs and my ass are killing me... and I kinda walk like an old lady... HOTTTTT!
So, I spent the weekend choring around the apt and watching basketball. And I spent Sunday ripping all the aftermarket stuff out of my car. The appraisal is tomorrow and I know my equipment is worth more than what some beancounter is going note. Plus, taking all that stuff out lowers the value of my car, and I think I'd like my car totalled. I'll just transplant what I can into the other cars.
This weekend, I'm heading to Pittsburgh with Dionne. She's taking her G6 up there to be sold since she decided to buy the Q45. Plus, we'll meet up with some of her friends and family. Next weekend, I'm heading to Chicago for the Sondre Lerche concert and, of course, to hang with Schoonie and Scotty. It will be goodtimes. I'm glad to leave KY. And then the next weekend is KEENELAND OPENING WEEKEND!!! My ankle is slimming down just in time to wear skirts... hot new skirts that I haven't been able to wear in fear of others gawking at my fat ankle...
To pass the time, I've been on a... MUSIC SPREE!!! I keep a playlist that automatically logs my music library additions for the past 60 days... you don't even want to know... we're looking at almost 700 items. Also note that I'm one of those nerds who actually pays for 98% of her music. I need to curb my habit. iTunes is so dangerous for a person like me... someone who will suddenly wonder whatever happened to Sheila E. and then need to hear Prince's 'U Got the Look' over and over again. To have a library like that available to me at all times... Look! I just downloaded Tiefschwarz! And the new Tracey Thorn! Because it's there, and I can.
And that mentality is the same reason Switzerland occasionally invades Liechtenstein. OK, so every 10-15 years, Switzerland accidentally invades Liechtenstein... it happens, you know. We did it back in October of '92, and then again recently. Liechtenstein is really cool about it. Of course, I still catch hell for it.
"What is with your crazy power-hungry country invading other countries who don't even have an army? I guess I approve of it if it is to secure more resources to make that Swiss Alps Body Wash -- I love that stuff, it's amazing!" --okari
On that note, I'm going to go make Lisa a Sondre Lerche mix CD. I'll update when I figure out what happens with my car.
Friday, the night before the concert, I helped Dionne pick out a really cute outfit. When I showed up at her house to head to the concert, however, she was lookin' like a mix between badass-end-of-Grease Olivia Newton-John Sandra Dee and Halle Berry Catwoman. I wasn't even the tiniest bit dressed up -- blue long-sleeved tee under a vintage black baby tee with shiny blue guitars all over it, jeans, tennis shoes, and my rockstar scarf and wristwarmers. Throughout the concert, I poked fun at Dionne... when I got cold, I turned to her and said, "I got chills and they're multiplyin'." Telling her that she "better shape up" was also amusing. And she teased me too, especially because I can walk in the rain sans umbrella and it was pouring -- "Girl, unlike you, I'm not perpetratin'. I'm a real black girl and my hair does not get along with water." Then, while the two of us went to fetch the car for Dionne, I had to explain to Alice what Dionne meant by telling me that I'm "perpetratin'".
I bought these slang flashcards. I keep them at work and I put up a Word of the Day. It's pretty funny hearing my coworkers, who are a motley crew, use the slang. One Word of the Day was 'Playa', in memory of Melvin, a guy I met in The Moon, after the concert. Melvin was tryin' to holla at me and get me to dance -- we ended up having this pseudo-deep convo about love, during which he accused me of being a playa. Of course, I was at the club with Dionne, so by the time I got to the office on Monday, everyone already knew the specifics of our weekend. So I made it the Word of the Day. But I'm amused that, now, random guys in my division, some of whom I've never even talked to, greet me at coffee kiosks and passing by in corridors, "Whassup playa!"
Physical Therapy sucks. I've been going 3 times a week for the past few weeks, but this week, I only had to go on Monday. They're gonne turn me loose, thank goodness, because he charges $100/session! I won't have to pay it all, if any, thanks to insurance, but still! My ankle is still a bit loose and wobbly and chubby, but not nearly as bad as it was. I've gone from the basics to painful stuff -- I have to do 180 lunges and 180 reaches along with the 30 squats, 30 toe lifts, and 180 leg lifts every day. My legs, especially my quads, are going to be cut... and my applebottom will be delicious. In the meantime, my legs and my ass are killing me... and I kinda walk like an old lady... HOTTTTT!
So, I spent the weekend choring around the apt and watching basketball. And I spent Sunday ripping all the aftermarket stuff out of my car. The appraisal is tomorrow and I know my equipment is worth more than what some beancounter is going note. Plus, taking all that stuff out lowers the value of my car, and I think I'd like my car totalled. I'll just transplant what I can into the other cars.
This weekend, I'm heading to Pittsburgh with Dionne. She's taking her G6 up there to be sold since she decided to buy the Q45. Plus, we'll meet up with some of her friends and family. Next weekend, I'm heading to Chicago for the Sondre Lerche concert and, of course, to hang with Schoonie and Scotty. It will be goodtimes. I'm glad to leave KY. And then the next weekend is KEENELAND OPENING WEEKEND!!! My ankle is slimming down just in time to wear skirts... hot new skirts that I haven't been able to wear in fear of others gawking at my fat ankle...
To pass the time, I've been on a... MUSIC SPREE!!! I keep a playlist that automatically logs my music library additions for the past 60 days... you don't even want to know... we're looking at almost 700 items. Also note that I'm one of those nerds who actually pays for 98% of her music. I need to curb my habit. iTunes is so dangerous for a person like me... someone who will suddenly wonder whatever happened to Sheila E. and then need to hear Prince's 'U Got the Look' over and over again. To have a library like that available to me at all times... Look! I just downloaded Tiefschwarz! And the new Tracey Thorn! Because it's there, and I can.
And that mentality is the same reason Switzerland occasionally invades Liechtenstein. OK, so every 10-15 years, Switzerland accidentally invades Liechtenstein... it happens, you know. We did it back in October of '92, and then again recently. Liechtenstein is really cool about it. Of course, I still catch hell for it.
"What is with your crazy power-hungry country invading other countries who don't even have an army? I guess I approve of it if it is to secure more resources to make that Swiss Alps Body Wash -- I love that stuff, it's amazing!" --okari
On that note, I'm going to go make Lisa a Sondre Lerche mix CD. I'll update when I figure out what happens with my car.