Best Week Ever – In Retrospect

4 04 2011

Last Monday I woke up in a good mood. I started my period but I felt awesome. I felt pretty and confident and skinny. I was in a good mood all day. I think something awesome happened, but I’ve lost track. The old memory’s not what it used to be, kids.

Tuesday I had my review at work. I wasn’t nervous and it turns out I had no reason to be even if I had been. I got a kick ass review and was reminded that, when I put my mind to it, I can be awesome. And other people notice. That felt really good. I exceed expectations, ya’ll. And I’m now a manager. I am going to be responsible for another person. Yikes!

Wednesday was my last day of work of the week. I was giddy at this point. I left work and ran to get my hair done before meeting up with my rockstar boyfriend, Mr Cory Branan. It wasn’t his best show. He didn’t play my song, but he did play Miss Ferguson. The crowd was awful, this city is awful. I was waiting for him at the merch table and we chatted and he convinced me to stay for…are you ready for this…Dashboard Confessional.

So here’s my dashboard confession, when I was 18/19 I discovered Dashboard via Napster. I’m aging myself again. These were the days before YouTube and Google and iTunes. Yes, an era without those things existed. So we had Napster and it was awesome. Especially in the dorms. You could browse everyone else’s libraries…oh man. Those were the days. Sidetrack: I watched The Social Network this weekend and Sean Parker is a huge dick. Anyway, so I was 18/19 in college and in a long distance relationship and Dashboard spoke to my soul. What little of it had developed at that point…and I was a huge fan. This was before anything but Swiss Army Romance existed. I was there first. But I never managed to see him live. Mostly because the ex hated him and he always sold out like whoa.

Well, I was feeling like a boss because I was ON THE LIST, so I figured I’d stick around for a bit. That motherfucker sang straight through Swiss Army Romance (it’s the 10 year anniversary…OLD) in its entirety and I sang along with every word. It felt good. I can’t lie. I tried to talk Cory into coming back for a better show with Jon and Chad of DTR…BNB texted me at 1:30 this morning to tell me that he just watched Jon sing Thin Lizzy. Jerk. Jon Snodgrass, Cinci loves you…and by Cinci I mean me…COME HERE.

After the show I went to Manfred’s to prepare for the whole reason I took half the week off…

OPENING DAY!

It was FREEZING, and the game did NOT get off to a good start. But we sat through all nine innings and we were rewarded for our suffering with a walkoff homer and our first win. The day was great. We had breakfast across the river, a few beers and then caught the trolley back across the river and watched the parade before I begged for hot chocolate. We walked through the city back to the stadium and snuggled close and cheered our boys to victory. We walked across the bridge back to Kentucky, and I didn’t hyperventilate. Progress! It was an exhausting but awesome day.

Friday brought some mild laziness peppered with furniture shopping. We found the couch I want, now to convince the Manfred it’s the right choice. The matching recliner is the most amazing thing I’ve ever put my ass on. I want it. Now.

Saturday I ran errands in the early afternoon before hooking up with A&J and convincing them to join us for the game that night. Manfred and A decided to eat a meat lovers hotdog…something new at GABP this year…it nearly made me vom. Vegan/veg friends, skip to the next paragraph. Ok, so it’s a jumbo hot dog, wrapped in bacon and deep fried, then topped with chili, cheese and fried salami. BARF.

The buffalo fries were totally delicious though, as was my Moerlein OTR. Although for $8.50 I could buy a whole six pack. Robbery! (old)

The Reds pulled off another win and we went home happy again. Sunday brought a trip down to the market for some lunch and grocery shopping. We drove through the city, listening to the game and soaking up the 76 degree weather. Oh sunshine, I missed you. My daffodils are starting to bloom, FINALLY and we’re talking about planting a real garden. Tomatoes and cucumbers and zucchini, oh my! Ya’ll, I cannot WAIT for summer. If this past week was any indication of how great this summer is going to be, color me excited. Hell, even today has been filled with pleasant surprises. Let’s keep it up, 2011.





Twofer

28 03 2011

Things I just found out/remembered

  1. Cory Branan is in town on Weds
  2. I’m getting my hair done Weds vs Friday right down the street before the show
  3. Space Cowboy gets home this weekend




It won’t make it better, but I want to make sure

24 03 2011

Lucero performs “Hold Me Close”

As hard as it is for me to definitively say “this is my favorite song” by any band, Lucero is by far the hardest. But whenever I listen to this song, I think this absolutely has to be it. Because I am the lamest fan girl that has ever existed, I know all sorts of secrets about this song. I have several versions of this song, but my favorite is the one from a Cory Branan and Ben Nichols bootleg. The addition of Cory’s vocals and guitar takes this from a song I love, to a song that breaks my heart in zero seconds flat. I would give up a kidney to see these two on stage together.

I like a lot of the versions of their songs they do together, but this one just stands out. It’s such a tender song which is something both Cory and Ben excel at, even though they’re both heartbreakers. I can’t really explain it, this is just one of those songs for me. The first time I saw Shotgun Stories I drove myself nuts looking for the instrumental version they use in the film.

I’ve had a lot on my mind lately, and J-Bear sent me the link to the video above (as well as and awesome piece of art in the mail. The boy is too good for this world) and it hit me so hard. All of my fears and my doubts. I’m old enough to know better than to try and drink them all away, but I do other things that I know won’t make it better, but I want to make sure. Maybe I’ve finally found my meaning for this song. I just hope I can make things right.





I fell in love again. All things go, all things go. Drove to Chicago. All things know, all things know.

26 08 2010

I am exhausted. I am a rockstar.

The latest I’ve gotten to work this week is today, at 7:30am. The earliest I’ve left is 5:30. I have busted my ass so I could get out early today and head up to Chicago for what is promising to be an awesome weekend.

Tuesday night, after waking up at 5am and working 6:30 – 5:30, I headed down to The Comet for a few rounds of their homemade ginger ale and Jameson, and a little band called Glossary. The show wasn’t due to start until 10:00. I was pretty sure I may end up dead before then, but godamnnit…if Glossary is in town, I’m there. I love that band. The passion they have for what they do and the gratitude they have for their fans is nearly unrivaled.

MFEO met the Manfred (Scotsman) and I for a drink, then BNB showed up. We had a great time just shooting the shit and hanging out. A local band opened, Magnolia Mountain. They’re pretty good. Their lap steel player dude looks like Captain Barbossa from Pirates of the Caribbean.

I assure you the resemblance is much stronger in person.

Glossary came on a little after 11:00. I have been drinking whiskey for about three hours at this point and I’ve been up for about 18 hours. The next hour and some change was one of the best shows I’ve ever been too. At one point I counted 15 people in the room. They played like there were 15,000. It was so good and they are so amazing. I literally get goosebumps listening to them sometimes. The steel pedal part on Sweet Forever…just THINKING about it gives me goosebumps.

After the show, we chatted up Kelly for a bit and she thanked us for coming out. I made the boyfriend snatch the tour poster off the wall and he bought one of Joey’s solo tour. We headed out and Todd was outside. Now, I don’t know if he actually remembered me, or just thought he should, but either way he hugged me and again, thanked us for coming out. It’s the nights like this that make me so sure of my life and what I want to do with it. I’ll get there someday.

In the meantime, in a few hours I will be in Chicago with Wifey and…a surprise guest! Woodership Down is joining us as of last night. There are TWO Cory/Drag shows in Chicago this weekend. I am so excited. I will miss my Manfred very, very much. I will miss Chi, too. But, I get two nights of Cory Branan, Jon Snodgrass and friends. I am in heaven. I can assure you, there will be so many stories coming. Stories of debauchery, great friends and good music. And pizza. Get ready Giordano’s…mama’s coming.





Save your money for the weekend

22 08 2010

I’m preparing for an awesome/awful week. I always think of the Built to Spill song Terrible/Perfect. That’s the best description of my life ever. It’s pretty fucking amazing. But it also sucks so fucking hard at the same time. It’s a fucking contradiction. I don’t know if I’d be happy any other way. Para example:

This week I get to see one of my favorite fucking bands. Glossary. I get to see them in a tiny ass bar that serves the BEST tofu burritos on earth. This is awesome, no? Well the show doesn’t start until 10 and they are the headliners. I will have been at work since 6:30 that morning and need to do the same the morning after. Terrible/perfect.

I also get to see my homeboy Cory Branan, and FINALLY get to see Jon Snodgrass/Drag The River. I have to travel 5 hours to do so and I am staying at one of my BFF’s places. Too bad she won’t be there. I miss you, Chi.

This is my life. It is full of first world problems and I am an asshole for complaining about this shit, I know. The point is, this week is already weird and I should be asleep. I have to be up in 7 hours.





Life is infinitely stranger than anything the mind could invent.

19 08 2010

I have a metric shit-ton of work to do today. So I figure I should probably blog instead of doing it. Logic. I has it.

Let’s talk about yesterday. How was your day? Was it weird? Was it awful? Did you have to clean up a gallon of dog bile excreted from both ends? No? Then let me tell you about my Wednesday. Read the rest of this entry »





Oh. Hey. You’re still here?

17 08 2010

So I haven’t forgotten about you. Nothing unusually epic has happened. You’re still checking in. I’m just lazy. There is both a lack of and abundance of things to write about. Funny, sad, incredible. I just have no desire to put my fingers to the keyboard and share them with you. It’s not that I don’t love you, I just can’t focus. I have approximately 283, 398,323 things happening at any given moment. I’m tired.

Nothing too crazy has happened since we got back. My dog pooped in a store. My mom tried to sell one of the Scotsman’s cars to a guy who had his car stolen by a hooker, and no money to buy a new car. Ok, that one happened today and I still have no words other than the ones previously stated.

Space Cowboy was home and I went to visit. It was so good to see him. We didn’t really have any time to sit and TALK talk, but it was great nonetheless. He called me today and it made my day. I miss him. I miss our weekly chats. I miss him telling me what to put on the Netflix queue. I just miss knowing I can pick up the phone and call him and bullshit for 45 minutes. But, as evidenced by this year, time flies. He’ll be back here before I have a chance to really miss him. Right?

I got a new tattoo. Last Friday. $13 tattoos for the 13th. I got a little black cat face. The top layer is coming off today. It’s gross. I hate tattoo boogers. I can tell it’s already going to need a touch up. Maybe over Labor Daybor. That’s when Chi gets here!

Before that though, I head to her fair city with Wifey for a long weekend. We’re going to see Cory Branan and Jon Snodgrass. Excited does not even begin to cover it. Chi won’t be there, but is kind enough to let us borrow her apartment for the weekend. She comes down here a few days later for another long weekend and Riverfest.

September is relatively quiet. Then in October it’s off to Detroit, New Orleans and the first weekend in November I’ll be in Atlanta visiting Miss Jami of Date Wrecks Fame. I am so lucky to have so many great friends scattered around for me to visit. The fact that I’m hitting up New Orleans again this year…heaven. Halloween in the Big Easy with my boo, Nola and Savannah. I have already started putting my costume together.

My inspiration:

It’s going to be the most bad ass Halloween EVER.

Of course, with all my travels I will be missing my man friend very much. Things aren’t going well for Mama, so he’s stuck at home. He’s doing really well, though. I’m proud of him. He shoulders his burden well. I just wish he didn’t have to at all.

Ugh, if people were forced to get tattoos in places you could see them healing in full, gory detail…they would get inked less. I promise you that. Says the girl with 25% of her body covered…

Well, for a little update and thanks for hanging in with me note, this got kind of long. Maybe I’m back? Don’t hold your breath.








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