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Eddie Vedder Live in Newark: May Your Song Always Be Sung
This is the story of how I came to believe the Universe didn't want me to go to Newark to see Eddie Vedder yesterday.
First, Andy picked me up from work at 12:30pm. I was blissfully unaware of the torture ahead and was so freaking happy! I felt like I was going to giggle myself right out of my skin. We parked at the airport and bounded inside. ( Read more... ) -
Pearl Jam in Washington DC
I haven't posted my DC and New York trip photos yet, and that makes me sad, because writing my livejournal wrap-up is always one of my favorite parts of taking a trip.
So here. I'm posting about DC tonight, and I'll write about NYC this week.
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Pearl Jam in DC
Hey, I'm at Madge's pretty apartment in New York City. I think once you combine three forms of transportation - trains, planes, and, well, automobiles - your trip officially starts to feel like a pilgrimage ( Read more... ) -
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Every time spring rolls around, I fall in love with my city again. I love how my street is lined with pink and red trees, and how I can walk under ... what are they, dogwoods? I hope so... on my way to a movie or a coffee or an ice cream cone. Right now I'm happily sitting on my porch, next to a big pot of orange-pink begonias. The final frost is ( Read more... ) -
torture brings reward
I met Eddie Vedder!and I can't help it, but I don't want to wash the hand he shook ( Read more... ) -
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Hi! I'm still in Santa Barbara, and taking lots of pictures of palm trees. Santa Barbara looks like thisToday we had breakfast at a cafe on the beach. Then we walked two miles to State Street, where a lot of fun shopping could be found. We ducked into antique shops, clothing stores and kept caffienated courtesy of coffee shops. I got a cherry-and- ( Read more... ) -
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mbangel10 and I made it to Santa Barbara! Yesterday really did start to feel like a pilgrimage. First, we flew to Phoenix to wait for a flight to LA. By about 10:30 Pittsburgh time we landed in LAX, where we had to catch a shuttle to Alamo to rent a car. Then, we had to stare at our car keys in horror and figure out which of us was going to brave the LA ( Read more... )
