So Matt and I were in Daytona this weekend celebrating our friend, Martha's, 30th.
We were staying at the Hilton right there on what's left of the pier and had a lovely time. Saturday was full of sweet tea vodka, beer, cherry vodka, red meat & seafood, great friends, lots of laughter, and lots of wind.
Sunday, we woke up and had breakfast with those that stayed the night, then we all went our separate ways to check out, and a few of us stayed to hang out on the beach.
Matt & I took our sweet time packing up our crap and, from our room, could see some of our friends down on the beach picking their spot & setting up camp.
Since it was still windy, I really wanted to hit one of the beach shops close by to grab a kite & a sweatshirt (it was a bit chilly on my bare shoulders).
We left the room, walked down the hall, and hopped on the elevator down to the lobby.
We'd been on the 15th floor and the elevator stopped on the 9th to let some people on.
A family of 4 joined us and they were wearing shirts that had Martin Luther King, Jr's face with "I have a dream" and Obama's face printed on them.
This family also happened to be black, (what??) if their t-shirt choice wasn't a clue.
As soon as they boarded, my phone began to ring.
For those of you who don't know, this is my current ringtone (recorded while watching the movie CB4 on one of the movie channels a few months ago).
It slowly got louder as I reached for it in my pocket and then looked to see who was calling. A wave of awkwardness washed over the 4x6 space we were jammed in.
I smiled and answered the phone, while looking at the airbrushed faces of Martin Luther King Jr. & Barack Obama.
Matt & I laughed all the way to the store where I bought a kite & a purple sweatshirt that says, "Spring Break, Daytona Beach".
Sadly, the store didn't have any MLK/Obama shirts.
Monday, March 29, 2010
Friday, March 26, 2010
Dreams
The past two nights I've had these weird dreams. Wanna hear about them?? GOOD!!
The night before:
Me & a bunch of people (I think Walton Goggins was with me) were hold up in this ritzy neighborhood - in a two story house. Zombie hordes were coming after us and we were on the 2nd story with Walton on the stairs inside, shooting as they came up, and another woman on the balcony, shooting as they were coming toward the house in the yard. I was running back and forth between these two areas with ammo and pickin' zombies off as needed. I kept telling people in the house to turn off the lights and shut the hell up when the hordes let up, but they wouldn't listen so we just kept getting hammered by attacks. When they finally did shut up, we realized we were out of food and supplies in the house we were stuck in so we decided to make a run for it to one of the houses next door that had a tall iron fence separating property lines. A few of us ran through the yard but the hordes kept coming and we ended up turning back, not able to get to the house next door.
I woke up about 3 times during this dream and every time I went back to sleep, I was back in the same house, with the same people, with the same zombies attacking.
Was friggin' tiring.
Last night:
Matthew and I had been arguing about money when suddenly he took out a gun and shot me in the chest. Then he told me he was aiming to kill and that I'd die a slow death so he could claim insurance money, but the bullet hit me more between my shoulder and chest, kinda up high on my right side, not even close to my heart. Since I don't do anything that people tell me to do, I was hell bent on NOT dying a slow death and became more of a pain in the ass for him - making fun of Matt for not knowing where the heart was in a person's body and telling everyone what he'd done and trying to get to the hospital to have the bullet removed. I'd even tried jumping in a go-cart to get myself some help - and the go-cart ran out of gas. Everyone laughed at me in my attempt, saying I was being over-dramatic.
I can remember what the bullet sounded like when it punctured, a wet thumping sound when it hit. Was like it happened in slow-motion.
Everyone I told about it, wouldn't believe that Matt had shot me, so I was alone in trying to get it removed and even towards the end of the dream, when I woke up - it was still lodged in my shoulder/chest. But dammit, I was still alive!! That'll show you, assholes!!
I remember a dream I had a while back where some random person shot me, and when I looked it up to see what it meant, the book said that it was that I was trying to get rid of a bad habit.
But my habits don't have anything to do with insurance money.
Whatevers.
I just know these two dreams were pretty cool lookin' in my head (although tiring/draining) while I was dreaming them and I wanted to share wif the webbernetz.
So there.
The night before:
Me & a bunch of people (I think Walton Goggins was with me) were hold up in this ritzy neighborhood - in a two story house. Zombie hordes were coming after us and we were on the 2nd story with Walton on the stairs inside, shooting as they came up, and another woman on the balcony, shooting as they were coming toward the house in the yard. I was running back and forth between these two areas with ammo and pickin' zombies off as needed. I kept telling people in the house to turn off the lights and shut the hell up when the hordes let up, but they wouldn't listen so we just kept getting hammered by attacks. When they finally did shut up, we realized we were out of food and supplies in the house we were stuck in so we decided to make a run for it to one of the houses next door that had a tall iron fence separating property lines. A few of us ran through the yard but the hordes kept coming and we ended up turning back, not able to get to the house next door.
I woke up about 3 times during this dream and every time I went back to sleep, I was back in the same house, with the same people, with the same zombies attacking.
Was friggin' tiring.
Last night:
Matthew and I had been arguing about money when suddenly he took out a gun and shot me in the chest. Then he told me he was aiming to kill and that I'd die a slow death so he could claim insurance money, but the bullet hit me more between my shoulder and chest, kinda up high on my right side, not even close to my heart. Since I don't do anything that people tell me to do, I was hell bent on NOT dying a slow death and became more of a pain in the ass for him - making fun of Matt for not knowing where the heart was in a person's body and telling everyone what he'd done and trying to get to the hospital to have the bullet removed. I'd even tried jumping in a go-cart to get myself some help - and the go-cart ran out of gas. Everyone laughed at me in my attempt, saying I was being over-dramatic.
I can remember what the bullet sounded like when it punctured, a wet thumping sound when it hit. Was like it happened in slow-motion.
Everyone I told about it, wouldn't believe that Matt had shot me, so I was alone in trying to get it removed and even towards the end of the dream, when I woke up - it was still lodged in my shoulder/chest. But dammit, I was still alive!! That'll show you, assholes!!
I remember a dream I had a while back where some random person shot me, and when I looked it up to see what it meant, the book said that it was that I was trying to get rid of a bad habit.
But my habits don't have anything to do with insurance money.
Whatevers.
I just know these two dreams were pretty cool lookin' in my head (although tiring/draining) while I was dreaming them and I wanted to share wif the webbernetz.
So there.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Karen Goes To The Dentist
Most days, especially lately, I work from home. There's just something about rolling outta bed at 8a.m., throwin' on some stretchy pants and a tshirt, and shuffling into my home office to log-in to a P.O.S. laptop that really agrees with me. Being comfy helps to keep me (somewhat) sane.
Today, I had to actually get dressed and out of the house.
But not for work.
To go get my teef cleaned at the dentist.
Yesterday I received this call: "Karen, this is your reminder from Dr. Morgan's office that you have an appointment tomorrow morning, so we'll see you at 10 minutes to 9."
As in, 8:50 a.m.
So I showered, dressed, and did hair & make-up. Dr. Morgan has a shoe fetish, so I'd considered wearing some fun shoes for him, but ended up not wanting to put that much effort into it.
Shut up, it was early(ish).
At the office, they updated my x-rays and started pickin' through my teeth with metal hooks and the hygienist says, "Your gums are telling on you - you should floss more often to get them toned up." Great. Not only do I have to get my entire body toned back up, but my friggin' gums too. I'll be sure to add that to my list.
Usually, when they call me out for not flossing, I say something like, "That's why I'm in here - YOU can do it. You're way more efficient at it than I."
When she got done with the metal hooks and picks, she says, "Now we're going to polish them up real quick. You get a choice of flavors. Mint, cinnamon, or chocolate."
MINT.
Why the hell would I go to the dentist to have my friggin' teeth polished with friggin' CHOCOLATE?!?!
That just doesn't seem right to me. At all. It would be like brushing your teeth with sand-grit chocolate pudding.
What the fuck?
After rinsing, she flossed me and it took like 2.3 seconds for her to get through all my teeth.
See? That's why I'm ok with having my insurance company pay her to do it for me.
Quickest flosser in the east.
Dr. Morgan came in and we joked about how Matt loves stirring up shit on facebook with political stuff and how fun it was to go through some of the WDW Lifeguard groups to find old lifeguarding buddies. I asked him when he was gonna scan in some pics and he asked, "How do you scan them in?" I said, "You give them to me and let me do it for you." with a sly smile. He laughed and said, "Oh no...you'll photoshop them. I know better than that."
He poked around in my mouth a bit - we talked about summer trips coming up (or his lack of as it were) and then I was out!
Total of 30mins, my visit was.
(Why did Yoda just show up?)
And now my teeth feel funny, its uncomfortable chewing, and there's still grit in there.
YAY THE DENTIST!!
Today, I had to actually get dressed and out of the house.
But not for work.
To go get my teef cleaned at the dentist.
Yesterday I received this call: "Karen, this is your reminder from Dr. Morgan's office that you have an appointment tomorrow morning, so we'll see you at 10 minutes to 9."
As in, 8:50 a.m.
So I showered, dressed, and did hair & make-up. Dr. Morgan has a shoe fetish, so I'd considered wearing some fun shoes for him, but ended up not wanting to put that much effort into it.
Shut up, it was early(ish).
At the office, they updated my x-rays and started pickin' through my teeth with metal hooks and the hygienist says, "Your gums are telling on you - you should floss more often to get them toned up." Great. Not only do I have to get my entire body toned back up, but my friggin' gums too. I'll be sure to add that to my list.
Usually, when they call me out for not flossing, I say something like, "That's why I'm in here - YOU can do it. You're way more efficient at it than I."
When she got done with the metal hooks and picks, she says, "Now we're going to polish them up real quick. You get a choice of flavors. Mint, cinnamon, or chocolate."
MINT.
Why the hell would I go to the dentist to have my friggin' teeth polished with friggin' CHOCOLATE?!?!
That just doesn't seem right to me. At all. It would be like brushing your teeth with sand-grit chocolate pudding.
What the fuck?
After rinsing, she flossed me and it took like 2.3 seconds for her to get through all my teeth.
See? That's why I'm ok with having my insurance company pay her to do it for me.
Quickest flosser in the east.
Dr. Morgan came in and we joked about how Matt loves stirring up shit on facebook with political stuff and how fun it was to go through some of the WDW Lifeguard groups to find old lifeguarding buddies. I asked him when he was gonna scan in some pics and he asked, "How do you scan them in?" I said, "You give them to me and let me do it for you." with a sly smile. He laughed and said, "Oh no...you'll photoshop them. I know better than that."
He poked around in my mouth a bit - we talked about summer trips coming up (or his lack of as it were) and then I was out!
Total of 30mins, my visit was.
(Why did Yoda just show up?)
And now my teeth feel funny, its uncomfortable chewing, and there's still grit in there.
YAY THE DENTIST!!
Friday, March 19, 2010
Justified
New show on FX premiered the other night and yeah, I'm hooked.
All I have to say is, "yum".
All I have to say is, "yum".
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Creature from the Black Lagoon
Last night we headed over to see the original 1954 "Creature from the Black Lagoon" in 3D over at the Enzian. They had one showing, which of course, ended up selling out.Ginger Stanley, the woman who did the ballet sequence and stunt doubled for Julia Adams, was there to intro the movie and did a Q&A afterwards.
This was the first movie filmed underwater in 3D. They filmed in Wakulla Springs, FL (near Tallahassee) and the sequel was filmed in Silver Springs.
No air tanks were used for the creature and the suit was made of thin layers of foam rubber. I think there were about 5 or 6 suits made in case there were rips or deterioration during filming.
The dude who played the creature in the water and Ginger were a part of the beginning shows over at Weeki Watchee and could hold their breath for minutes at a time.
I think the most I've ever been able to hold mine was a full minute. And I wasn't covered in rubber cabbage trying to swim away from two dudes in high-waisted shortshorts wielding harpoons.
The 3d really holds up with those goofy red/blue cardboard glasses - the movie was super fun and Enzian has decided to do another showing on March 21st. If you get a chance to check it out, its definitely worth it (and you can eat a jive chicken sammich and/or sweet potato tostones along side a cold beer while you watch).
Sunday, March 14, 2010
OMG, MFHH
for realz.
My fucking head hurts.
So the past week - since the Brits came in and we went to the Murphys show, its really been non-stop. Tuesday night was the only night we didn't drive out to their hotel to do something.
Monday we saw Alice in Wonderland in wonderful eye-popping 3D IMAX (I liked it a lot more than I thought I was going to since I've never been big into the Alice story even though there's drugs and monsters and heads being chopped off. shocking right?).
Tuesday - as I said, "off"
Wednesday, we walked down to the Alehouse that was close to their hotel and then over to the Bahama Breeze. Just drinks and dinner.
Thursday - we braved the rains and went down to Universal CityWalk. They charge friggin' $3 just to park after 6. When the hell did that start? The place was absolutely DEAD. Steve's a big motorhead race guy so we thought we'd take him to Nascar Cafe for dinner. Only they weren't open for dinner. Just appetizers and beer at the upstairs bar. So we ordered some onion rings and a thing of taquitos. You get like 9 onion rings and 5 taquitos when you order food down there and for some reason I always forget that. So I ate 1 of each and was drinking rum and diets (about 4 all night). The guy at the bar was talking to us like we were asking him for too much until we figured out that was just the way he talked. We asked him to break a $50 for us and he was like, "For what, video games?....shit....here you go..." and he flipped us 2 black plastic cards that gave us free games all friggin' night. We played until about 2a.m. Steve and Matt were on the DDR, we played a bunch of shooting games, and shot some pool. It was a ton o' fun. Then we went to Cigarz cuz Steve likes to smoke. They didn't want to serve Kim because she didn't have her passport on her as ID. She's in her 40s. So we started to raise some hell and the bartender ended up giving us a free round. After the day they'd had (Kim finding out her mum was going in for hip-replacement, etc) they just really needed to drink.
It was about 3a.m.when we dropped them back at their hotel and I was like, "I'm still hungry - there's a McD's!!" so a qtr pounding I did go.
We got home and went to sleep and I woke up at about 6a.m. puking my guts out - and again at about 8. Then came the glands swelling, chills and fevers, and the headache that was positively trying to kill me. All of this I was chalking up to the McD and late night - but then I had been coughing since about Weds and don't remember swollen glands or fevers being part of a hangover. And I very rarely get hangovers anyway.
I was in bed ALL day Friday with a party honoring The Balls happening Friday night. Matthew was a sweet boy and got the house ready and kept me rehydrating with water and gatorade. I slowly made my way outta bed and started pickin' up and since we were sacrificing our bed for the good of The Balls, changed the sickly sheets and such.
During the party, I've never had a worse time putting forth the effort of trying to have a good time. My mother came over and kept touching my face and told me to go to bed - that the party was over for me.
At about 10pm, I made my way to the couch upstairs and listened to the party happening below me.
That's the worst feeling ever. To not be included in a party you're hosting and having to listen to everyone having a good time without you.
My mom came in and chatted with me for an hour or so and kept asking me if I wanted her to give me an alcohol rub down and blow on me to cool me off to break the fever (like she used to do when I was a kid). She also kept pulling the 2 blankets off me and told me to get out of my sweatshirt - that I needed to freeze my ass off and be completely uncomforatable which would, in turn, make me angry, in order to bring my temp down and break it.
Bleh. "Just keep talking to me, mom - oh look, Anna's coming in to talk too"....so the two of them were with me for a while.
As soon as they left, I fell asleep.
Saturday morning we woke up and I took Kim to Target to do some shopping for her kids and grandkid and then we went to watch the England v Scotland rugby game (most boring match we've ever watched) and then drove over to celebrate a 1 year old's birthday for about an hour. On the way back home, Kim realized their holiday was halfway over. The week had gone by so friggin' fast.
When we got back home, I slept for about 2 hours.
Apparently, Matt, Steve, & Kim all fell asleep downstairs as well.
So, Matt took them back to the hotel and we got our bed back and I stayed in that....
pretty much all night and through to present time.
Mom says I got sick because we were doing too much partying and jamming so much into one week.
So, I'm trying to get better so we can jam some more stuff into this coming week.
My fucking head hurts.
So the past week - since the Brits came in and we went to the Murphys show, its really been non-stop. Tuesday night was the only night we didn't drive out to their hotel to do something.
Monday we saw Alice in Wonderland in wonderful eye-popping 3D IMAX (I liked it a lot more than I thought I was going to since I've never been big into the Alice story even though there's drugs and monsters and heads being chopped off. shocking right?).
Tuesday - as I said, "off"
Wednesday, we walked down to the Alehouse that was close to their hotel and then over to the Bahama Breeze. Just drinks and dinner.
Thursday - we braved the rains and went down to Universal CityWalk. They charge friggin' $3 just to park after 6. When the hell did that start? The place was absolutely DEAD. Steve's a big motorhead race guy so we thought we'd take him to Nascar Cafe for dinner. Only they weren't open for dinner. Just appetizers and beer at the upstairs bar. So we ordered some onion rings and a thing of taquitos. You get like 9 onion rings and 5 taquitos when you order food down there and for some reason I always forget that. So I ate 1 of each and was drinking rum and diets (about 4 all night). The guy at the bar was talking to us like we were asking him for too much until we figured out that was just the way he talked. We asked him to break a $50 for us and he was like, "For what, video games?....shit....here you go..." and he flipped us 2 black plastic cards that gave us free games all friggin' night. We played until about 2a.m. Steve and Matt were on the DDR, we played a bunch of shooting games, and shot some pool. It was a ton o' fun. Then we went to Cigarz cuz Steve likes to smoke. They didn't want to serve Kim because she didn't have her passport on her as ID. She's in her 40s. So we started to raise some hell and the bartender ended up giving us a free round. After the day they'd had (Kim finding out her mum was going in for hip-replacement, etc) they just really needed to drink.
It was about 3a.m.when we dropped them back at their hotel and I was like, "I'm still hungry - there's a McD's!!" so a qtr pounding I did go.
We got home and went to sleep and I woke up at about 6a.m. puking my guts out - and again at about 8. Then came the glands swelling, chills and fevers, and the headache that was positively trying to kill me. All of this I was chalking up to the McD and late night - but then I had been coughing since about Weds and don't remember swollen glands or fevers being part of a hangover. And I very rarely get hangovers anyway.
I was in bed ALL day Friday with a party honoring The Balls happening Friday night. Matthew was a sweet boy and got the house ready and kept me rehydrating with water and gatorade. I slowly made my way outta bed and started pickin' up and since we were sacrificing our bed for the good of The Balls, changed the sickly sheets and such.
During the party, I've never had a worse time putting forth the effort of trying to have a good time. My mother came over and kept touching my face and told me to go to bed - that the party was over for me.
At about 10pm, I made my way to the couch upstairs and listened to the party happening below me.
That's the worst feeling ever. To not be included in a party you're hosting and having to listen to everyone having a good time without you.
My mom came in and chatted with me for an hour or so and kept asking me if I wanted her to give me an alcohol rub down and blow on me to cool me off to break the fever (like she used to do when I was a kid). She also kept pulling the 2 blankets off me and told me to get out of my sweatshirt - that I needed to freeze my ass off and be completely uncomforatable which would, in turn, make me angry, in order to bring my temp down and break it.
Bleh. "Just keep talking to me, mom - oh look, Anna's coming in to talk too"....so the two of them were with me for a while.
As soon as they left, I fell asleep.
Saturday morning we woke up and I took Kim to Target to do some shopping for her kids and grandkid and then we went to watch the England v Scotland rugby game (most boring match we've ever watched) and then drove over to celebrate a 1 year old's birthday for about an hour. On the way back home, Kim realized their holiday was halfway over. The week had gone by so friggin' fast.
When we got back home, I slept for about 2 hours.
Apparently, Matt, Steve, & Kim all fell asleep downstairs as well.
So, Matt took them back to the hotel and we got our bed back and I stayed in that....
pretty much all night and through to present time.
Mom says I got sick because we were doing too much partying and jamming so much into one week.
So, I'm trying to get better so we can jam some more stuff into this coming week.
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Monday, March 8, 2010
LET'S GO MURPHYS!!
You know those moments in your life when you wish you could hit a rewind button and do things again?
Where the hell is the damn remote so I can hit that button??
We got to House of Blues and were wanded in and Steve & Kim grabbed some beers while I ran down to where Brian & Erika were standing watching one of the opening bands. A minute after saying hi to them, I found my vodka and grabbed a menu.
Buffalo chicken fingers are messy to eat when you're at a sold out show, but I managed to shove some down my neck without getting any on my shirt.
We did some wandering during a band called Strung Out was up. We'd missed Larry and His Flask (? I think that was the band name). Then the lights went down and I grabbed another vodka and some classic celtic drum music came up and the "LET'S GO MURPHYS" cheer started. And shortly after, the band came out.
We initially did some pogo, stomping, clapping, & yelling on the sidelines for "Capt Kelly's" but it was when "Surrender" came on that Matt & I went down to the main floor where the mosh pit was. We shoved our way through the crowd to the pit and just started pushing and jumping and throwing ourselves around.
There was one kid who grabbed my wrists and we were swingin' each other around. He stopped for a second to ask if I was ok to which I replied, "hell yeah!!" and we started swingin' and throwing each other around again. I lost him to find Matt and after a bit on the outside of the circle, the same kid made his way to where I was and made the 'I'm done' gesture and folks kept shoving him back in but I made sure to grab him and pull him out - he wasn't looking too well. He got behind me and he gestured that he'd bit his tongue and it was bleeding which was making him nauseous and then he made a heart sign with his hands and mouthed, "Thank You" for helping to get him out of the pit.
There was also this tiny girl - like 5ft - out in the pit being a badass and holding her boobs so as not to have elbows nailing them. At one point she fell (drunkenly) and we thought she was done, but she bounced right back up and got back in the mix. At the end of the night we saw her stomping out of the venue looking pissed with her fella chasing after her yelling, "Lily!!"
People get really sweaty and really smelly out on the floor and I'm sure someone behind me got a face full of my sweat spray because my hair was drenched.
After a handful of songs, I was super thirsty and made my way back up to the bar to grab a water. I found where Steve, Kim, Anna, Jeremy, Brian, & Erika were standing and had a shot waiting for me and Anna & Jeremy were bitching about the tall guy in front of them wearing a fucking top hat (evidently he didn't feel he was quite tall enough to block every one's view) who they said was crop-dusting them. Although, I thought crop-dusting was usually done on the move. I went back to the bar to grab another water and heard someone say, "Dude, nice one..." and walked into someone else's assgas myself. I guess there's just something about Dropkick Murphys that brings on flatulence.
Or maybe it was those tall beers and buffalo chicken fingers.
Another kick ass song came on and I found my way back down to where Matt was and shortly after they started playing "Kiss Me, I'm Shitfaced".
If you watch that YouTube link, you'll understand that traditionally, for this song, all the females get up on the stage.
I pushed and shoved my way to the front and this dumbass guy kept shoving me right back, like, as hard as he fucking could. I held my own but he was pissing me the fuck off so I flipped him off and stuck it right in his fucking face to make sure he could see it. Like, to the point of actually pushing on his stupid dumb face with my flipped off finger. Asshole.
A girl standing next to him saw the whole thing and yelled to come around the other side of him to where she was. I did and then got a bouncer's attention to pull me over the wall. "Put your arms around my neck" and he pulled me up and over and then I hoisted myself up on the stage, not even stopping to look if there were steps up to the stage.
I bounced up there and found Matt in the crowd as he was looking for me. We made eye-contact and I started jumping and yelling and singing and it was heavenly.
Can you find me??
I thought it was funny that there was a stage hand behind all the girls protecting the amps and speakers.
After the song, they directed us off the stage and the band kept playing while I went to the bar and grabbed more water.
They played another 3 or 4 (including "Shipping Up To Boston") songs and ended with all the guys up on stage.
It was SO much fuckin' FUN!! I wanna go again!! and again!! and again!!
This morning, I woke up with finger tip bruises on my right arm, a tender spot on my sternum, a stiff spot on the left side of my back, and my shins feel only slightly barked.
HURROO HURROO
Where the hell is the damn remote so I can hit that button??
We got to House of Blues and were wanded in and Steve & Kim grabbed some beers while I ran down to where Brian & Erika were standing watching one of the opening bands. A minute after saying hi to them, I found my vodka and grabbed a menu.
Buffalo chicken fingers are messy to eat when you're at a sold out show, but I managed to shove some down my neck without getting any on my shirt.
We did some wandering during a band called Strung Out was up. We'd missed Larry and His Flask (? I think that was the band name). Then the lights went down and I grabbed another vodka and some classic celtic drum music came up and the "LET'S GO MURPHYS" cheer started. And shortly after, the band came out.
We initially did some pogo, stomping, clapping, & yelling on the sidelines for "Capt Kelly's" but it was when "Surrender" came on that Matt & I went down to the main floor where the mosh pit was. We shoved our way through the crowd to the pit and just started pushing and jumping and throwing ourselves around.
There was one kid who grabbed my wrists and we were swingin' each other around. He stopped for a second to ask if I was ok to which I replied, "hell yeah!!" and we started swingin' and throwing each other around again. I lost him to find Matt and after a bit on the outside of the circle, the same kid made his way to where I was and made the 'I'm done' gesture and folks kept shoving him back in but I made sure to grab him and pull him out - he wasn't looking too well. He got behind me and he gestured that he'd bit his tongue and it was bleeding which was making him nauseous and then he made a heart sign with his hands and mouthed, "Thank You" for helping to get him out of the pit.
There was also this tiny girl - like 5ft - out in the pit being a badass and holding her boobs so as not to have elbows nailing them. At one point she fell (drunkenly) and we thought she was done, but she bounced right back up and got back in the mix. At the end of the night we saw her stomping out of the venue looking pissed with her fella chasing after her yelling, "Lily!!"
People get really sweaty and really smelly out on the floor and I'm sure someone behind me got a face full of my sweat spray because my hair was drenched.
After a handful of songs, I was super thirsty and made my way back up to the bar to grab a water. I found where Steve, Kim, Anna, Jeremy, Brian, & Erika were standing and had a shot waiting for me and Anna & Jeremy were bitching about the tall guy in front of them wearing a fucking top hat (evidently he didn't feel he was quite tall enough to block every one's view) who they said was crop-dusting them. Although, I thought crop-dusting was usually done on the move. I went back to the bar to grab another water and heard someone say, "Dude, nice one..." and walked into someone else's assgas myself. I guess there's just something about Dropkick Murphys that brings on flatulence.
Or maybe it was those tall beers and buffalo chicken fingers.
Another kick ass song came on and I found my way back down to where Matt was and shortly after they started playing "Kiss Me, I'm Shitfaced".
If you watch that YouTube link, you'll understand that traditionally, for this song, all the females get up on the stage.
I pushed and shoved my way to the front and this dumbass guy kept shoving me right back, like, as hard as he fucking could. I held my own but he was pissing me the fuck off so I flipped him off and stuck it right in his fucking face to make sure he could see it. Like, to the point of actually pushing on his stupid dumb face with my flipped off finger. Asshole.
A girl standing next to him saw the whole thing and yelled to come around the other side of him to where she was. I did and then got a bouncer's attention to pull me over the wall. "Put your arms around my neck" and he pulled me up and over and then I hoisted myself up on the stage, not even stopping to look if there were steps up to the stage.
I bounced up there and found Matt in the crowd as he was looking for me. We made eye-contact and I started jumping and yelling and singing and it was heavenly.
Can you find me??
I thought it was funny that there was a stage hand behind all the girls protecting the amps and speakers.
After the song, they directed us off the stage and the band kept playing while I went to the bar and grabbed more water.
They played another 3 or 4 (including "Shipping Up To Boston") songs and ended with all the guys up on stage.
It was SO much fuckin' FUN!! I wanna go again!! and again!! and again!!
This morning, I woke up with finger tip bruises on my right arm, a tender spot on my sternum, a stiff spot on the left side of my back, and my shins feel only slightly barked.
HURROO HURROO
Friday, March 5, 2010
Thursday night with Henry
Pretty sure this was our 4th Henry show at House of Blues.I love House of Blues but you can't take pictures in there - which stinks so the ones we are able to snag always look like this. Henry always looks like a tiny ball of white light.
We got there about 10 or 15 min late and he was talking about teabaggers and racist people not liking that we have a [half]black Prez.
The bar on the right of the stage had our usual spot open so we got comfy (enough to stand for almost 3 hrs).
Here are a few highlights:
1. He cracked on & impersonated how he imagined Hannity was during the 2008 election when Obama's numbers were coming in, laughing and saying, "Democracy is so gay" while pretending to take Obama votes out and moving them over to McCain votes.
2. While being sarcastic and making a point about our current state and picking out the phrase "all men are created equal" from the Declaration of Independence: "All men are created equal.....except you fags....and you poor people."
3. On Palin pumping out 5 kids: "here's another one...name it something tragic and don't teach it anything" (he also called her speeches during the campaign, "comedy sketches")
4. He said "whole nother" at least twice. This made Matt & I giggle.
5. He's not a big fan of NFL Football saying that it includes men crying beer tears and crushing their manboobs together, either in celebration of a victory or as comfort for an ass beating.
6. He hangs out with William Shatner quite a bit and was at the Shatner home for Thanksgiving instead of his usual tradition of ripping open a bag of vegetarian pasta with his teeth, which he says is the only thing you can do with a bag of vegetarian pasta and still keep some man-cred.
7. There was this Goo-Goo Dolls haircut douchebag and his girl-friend standing next to us at the bar during the show and they wouldn't shut the fuck up. I was this [--------] <----that close to pulling out my ticket, showing it to them, and asking them who's name was on the ticket. Pretty sure I paid good money to listen to HENRY ROLLINS speak and not to some random emo-haired asshole and his girl obnoxiously laughing at the wrong parts, repeating the lines they thought were funny, and having their own conversation.
"Do you see this ticket here? It says Henry Rollins. It doesn't say Stupid Hair Heeled Boot Guy and Mom Sweater Wearing Blond!!" Matt finally just stood in front of them blocking their view and they wandered off a couple minutes later.
8. Can someone please tell me why the hell are there bathroom attendants at the House of Blues??? And why the hell do they stick a sign up on the mirror that says, "PLEASE BE KIND, I WORK ON TIPS ONLY."?? No one carries cash on them anymore and if they do, they're spending it on fucking t-shirts, posters, & books and not on the fucking PAPER TOWELS YOU'RE HANDING OUT!!! Not only was there a bathroom attendant in there panhandling, but their whole damn family was in there having dinner. There's nothing grosser than seeing someone in a bathroom eating wings. A younger girl was nice enough to move her foam container full of cheeseburger out of the way so I could wash my damn hands. I should've popped her the quarter I had in my pocket for being so kind.
9. Henry also talked about how cool it was to play a white supremacist on Sons of Anarchy (WHITE POWER!) and how distracting it was to be a judge on RuPaul's Drag Race (love that show). The latter leaving him with a hilarious spankbank experience.
10. While filming Sons - he was asked to give the commencement speech for the graduating class over at Sonoma State. He said he spent a few days on it and it ended up being about 4 pages long and he kept running it by his assistant, Heidi (who he calls The Demon), and she'd either let things slide or yell at him, "STOP!!! ITS BORING!!!" and he'd go fix it to be less boring. The really cool part of this story was that the graduating class was able to pick who they wanted to give the speech. And they chose him. He said that the school figures its their [the students] money and their graduation, they should be able to pick who they want speaking. IMAGINE THAT!!
11. He always spends time talking about traveling. He's been all over the world and this past year had him going through China, India, Saudi Arabia, Africa and up through Europe to end up starting this tour in Dublin, Ireland. Hence, this tour being called "The Frequent Flyer Tour: Knowledge Without Mileage Equals Bullshit."
There's so much to do and see and so many places to go....and so little time to cram it all in. Henry's travel stories are pretty damn cool and I'd never be able to do them justice by summarizing here.
If you ever have the chance to see him speak...
DO IT!!
(SEE ALSO: Henry Rollins Letters To.... They're quite entertaining.)
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Templesmith Signing
Here's a shot of Ben Templesmith & a Big Dork.
Unfortunately, I didn't get a snap of Ben McCool (who was totally McCool...ha! see what I did there? nerd.) but I did get a short video clip of what the shop looked like while we were in there (later post). Here's the cover of the new book they were releasing/signing.
I'll scan some of my signings for a later post.
Let me back up a bit. A few months ago, I gave Brian all my Templesmith books to read, so on Monday, I reminded him that I needed them back so I could get them signed. He obliged but once receiving, there was one missing. Not just one....but The One. #1 of Wormwood. Sadness came over me but then I shrugged that shit off and looked down at the stack I had for him to sign wondering if I was gonna be That Fangirl.
So, when we pulled up to A Comic Shop, Matt offered, "How about we go check things out first and we can come back out to get these?"
Sounded good so we headed in and were greeted with smiles and a loudly buzzing, brightly colored comic shop.
I was almost paralyzed by over stimulation, but was quickly directed towards the free beer.
Of which I took no part of since I kicked the beer habit about a month ago to focus on there being less of me. I did, however, have a flask full of root beer vodka in my pocket.
Templesmith and McCool were busy signing and had some presigned copies of "Choker" at the keg table. Jeremy & I flipped through the ones that McCool had signed with amusing quips and picked about 4 of our favorites.
Then the 4 of us just started wandering around looking at everything and talking about our favorite books of late and which ones had penises in them and which ones had cool blood & guts, etc.
It got pretty stuffy in there, so I took a moment to run outside, get rid of my jacket, and grab my books.
There were about 7 total. 8 if I'd had my Wormwood #1.
When I came back in carrying my stack, the fella at the door was like, "Yeah...so you'll need to go over to the girl with the clipboard to help you out..." and pointed in her & Templesmith's direction.
I am That Fangirl.
Ben looked at my books and started signing - asking my name & if I wanted them personalized and/or with doodles, & which was my favorite - to which I replied, "Wormwood!" which made him happy (since he's the artist AND the writer on that one). I also explained that his art was the reason I noticed and bought up the 30 Days of Night series. He got to the hard copy of Fell and started to sign and I said that copy was my husband's and he asked if it should be personalized, and I yelled for Matt, who didn't hear me, so Ben wrote, "To Matt you deaf bastard..."
and then said, "You've got quite a bit, thank you....you helped me feed my cat and pay my rent...."
After he signed them all, I ran my stack back out to my car so I could continue to wander around the store and talk to people. Matt was in sports talks with both Bens at one point while Anna, Jeremy, and I were harassing people coming in and out of the bathroom.
Then I get a text from Brian saying that he found Wormwood #1 and was on his way to bring it. How friggin' awesome is that?!?
So I got THAT signed too!!
I am currently, the VERY proud owner of a collection of Templesmith signed books.
And this friggin' smile won't go away....
I'm such a nerd.
OH! And guess who else we saw there?
THIS guy!!
He walked by and Jeremy, Anna, & I were like, "That's the suspension kid!" (Matt was still talking to McCool about sports and shit).
The Suspension Kid turned around and looked at me so I walked up and said, "Hey, you're The Suspension Kid!". He blinked a few times and smiled and Anna & Jeremy walked up - followed by Matt- and we started talking about how he wasn't able to keep his hooks, and about some other body mutilation stuff that happened after we left the inkfest, and about tattoos, and he said his name was Daniel (although, he said he liked being called The Suspension Kid better) and that he's studying at UCF to be an anthropologist (not military as previously speculated). Thinking about it now, I don't think we gave our own names/intros because of all the crap we were talking about. I did get his email so that he could see his pictures. His buddy was there with him, the same one who, at the inkfest said, "Hey, will you email me these photos?" Which I did, which went unreplied to.
GREATEST TUESDAY NIGHT EVAR!!
Unfortunately, I didn't get a snap of Ben McCool (who was totally McCool...ha! see what I did there? nerd.) but I did get a short video clip of what the shop looked like while we were in there (later post). Here's the cover of the new book they were releasing/signing.
I'll scan some of my signings for a later post.Let me back up a bit. A few months ago, I gave Brian all my Templesmith books to read, so on Monday, I reminded him that I needed them back so I could get them signed. He obliged but once receiving, there was one missing. Not just one....but The One. #1 of Wormwood. Sadness came over me but then I shrugged that shit off and looked down at the stack I had for him to sign wondering if I was gonna be That Fangirl.
So, when we pulled up to A Comic Shop, Matt offered, "How about we go check things out first and we can come back out to get these?"
Sounded good so we headed in and were greeted with smiles and a loudly buzzing, brightly colored comic shop.
I was almost paralyzed by over stimulation, but was quickly directed towards the free beer.
Of which I took no part of since I kicked the beer habit about a month ago to focus on there being less of me. I did, however, have a flask full of root beer vodka in my pocket.
Templesmith and McCool were busy signing and had some presigned copies of "Choker" at the keg table. Jeremy & I flipped through the ones that McCool had signed with amusing quips and picked about 4 of our favorites.
Then the 4 of us just started wandering around looking at everything and talking about our favorite books of late and which ones had penises in them and which ones had cool blood & guts, etc.
It got pretty stuffy in there, so I took a moment to run outside, get rid of my jacket, and grab my books.
There were about 7 total. 8 if I'd had my Wormwood #1.
When I came back in carrying my stack, the fella at the door was like, "Yeah...so you'll need to go over to the girl with the clipboard to help you out..." and pointed in her & Templesmith's direction.
I am That Fangirl.
Ben looked at my books and started signing - asking my name & if I wanted them personalized and/or with doodles, & which was my favorite - to which I replied, "Wormwood!" which made him happy (since he's the artist AND the writer on that one). I also explained that his art was the reason I noticed and bought up the 30 Days of Night series. He got to the hard copy of Fell and started to sign and I said that copy was my husband's and he asked if it should be personalized, and I yelled for Matt, who didn't hear me, so Ben wrote, "To Matt you deaf bastard..."
and then said, "You've got quite a bit, thank you....you helped me feed my cat and pay my rent...."
After he signed them all, I ran my stack back out to my car so I could continue to wander around the store and talk to people. Matt was in sports talks with both Bens at one point while Anna, Jeremy, and I were harassing people coming in and out of the bathroom.
Then I get a text from Brian saying that he found Wormwood #1 and was on his way to bring it. How friggin' awesome is that?!?
So I got THAT signed too!!
I am currently, the VERY proud owner of a collection of Templesmith signed books.
And this friggin' smile won't go away....
I'm such a nerd.
OH! And guess who else we saw there?
THIS guy!!
He walked by and Jeremy, Anna, & I were like, "That's the suspension kid!" (Matt was still talking to McCool about sports and shit).The Suspension Kid turned around and looked at me so I walked up and said, "Hey, you're The Suspension Kid!". He blinked a few times and smiled and Anna & Jeremy walked up - followed by Matt- and we started talking about how he wasn't able to keep his hooks, and about some other body mutilation stuff that happened after we left the inkfest, and about tattoos, and he said his name was Daniel (although, he said he liked being called The Suspension Kid better) and that he's studying at UCF to be an anthropologist (not military as previously speculated). Thinking about it now, I don't think we gave our own names/intros because of all the crap we were talking about. I did get his email so that he could see his pictures. His buddy was there with him, the same one who, at the inkfest said, "Hey, will you email me these photos?" Which I did, which went unreplied to.
GREATEST TUESDAY NIGHT EVAR!!
Monday, March 1, 2010
What did we do over the weekend?
I decided to take a break from the interwebs (as well as my laptop) this weekend.
By choice.
After a few weeks of being glued to my laptop - I needed to breathe, count to 10, and just step back from it.
Unplug myself, so to speak.
So, Friday night - we grabbed up my mom, and drove out to see Chad Pollpeter at the Lake Eustis Museum of Art.
His show was really well paired with another local artist, Marcos Cruz.
Marcos also had an unveiling of a new piece. His stuff is mostly about perception and perspective. Very interesting stuff and makes you think. He'll also be featured in the new Amway Arena once its opened with pieces located on each floor of the elevator lobby area of the parking garage.
Pretty fascinating guy - has big ideas about alternative fuels and such. Check him out.
Anna & Jeremy met up with us and after the show we headed over to Crazy Gator's for beer and food and some interesting/dumb/fun conversation.
I think we were too loud and rowdy because every once in a while the bartender would pump more money into the jukebox and turn up the volume.
Asshole.
Saturday morning, Matt and I hung out at Mom's and worked on uninstalling some crap she had on her computer that made it run slow and wouldn't let her change out the desktop wallpaper. She rewarded us by fixing us eggs & toast.
We also watched Ireland beat the hell out of England in RBS 6 Nations.
It was a damn good game and Mom's first to watch so was fun listening to Matt explain rules and crap and Mom talk about how cute some of the players are. Rugby players are the shit, fo'sho'.
After that we went to the gym and then to Jersey Mike's (YUM!) and then I read the 2nd book of this Zombie Trilogy I've been munchin' on and Matt threw on Boondock Saints 2.
I fell asleep on the couch, but he said it got really cool towards the end.
Sunday, we arose and headed straight to eat some damn good dim sum at Chan's (makes me laugh that there's a reviewer named 'Nomnomnom' on there) with Anna, Blue Maiya and her family, & then Jess came in later with Carter for a quick munch on some buns & dumplings before a trip to Lowe's.
After gorging ourselves with unidentifiable and delicious delights, Matt, Anna, & I headed over to this Russian deli/market that just opened up about a month ago. Sausages, pierogies, and beer, OH MY!! Anna was in heaven. We tried some marinated peppers and mushrooms - they were yummy. So we bought a little bit of everything and plan on going back for more.
Will let you know how it all turns out when we cook it up.
After that we went to this asian import store (mostly anime/manga, toys, cards, asian movies, & crap) that was closing their store front to sell exclusively online (but their website isn't up yet that I can tell). We looked around to see if anything jumped out at us so we could take advantage of the 50-70% off sale, but alas, we walked out with nothing.
Ran over to Best Buy for ipod dock/speakers. Ended up with some JBLs and used up a gift card I had burning a hole in my pocket. They didn't have any replacement RockBand drum petals. A couple weeks ago, Matt & I were rockin' out so hard, I broke the damn thing and keep forgetting to pick up a replacement. So of course, when I remember, the store is out of stock.
Amazon.com, here I come!!
The rest of Sunday afternoon was full of napping, reading, cooking (pork tenderloin and peppers over brown rice) and topped off with a viewing of The Bank Job. I wasn't paying too much attention since I was hell bent on finishing that 2nd Zombie book. Which I did, just before heading to bed....
So, now that I'm back on the interwebs this week, I figured I'd share everything with those of you who care.
SHARING IS CARING!
By choice.
After a few weeks of being glued to my laptop - I needed to breathe, count to 10, and just step back from it.
Unplug myself, so to speak.
So, Friday night - we grabbed up my mom, and drove out to see Chad Pollpeter at the Lake Eustis Museum of Art.
His show was really well paired with another local artist, Marcos Cruz.
Marcos also had an unveiling of a new piece. His stuff is mostly about perception and perspective. Very interesting stuff and makes you think. He'll also be featured in the new Amway Arena once its opened with pieces located on each floor of the elevator lobby area of the parking garage.
Pretty fascinating guy - has big ideas about alternative fuels and such. Check him out.
Anna & Jeremy met up with us and after the show we headed over to Crazy Gator's for beer and food and some interesting/dumb/fun conversation.
I think we were too loud and rowdy because every once in a while the bartender would pump more money into the jukebox and turn up the volume.
Asshole.
Saturday morning, Matt and I hung out at Mom's and worked on uninstalling some crap she had on her computer that made it run slow and wouldn't let her change out the desktop wallpaper. She rewarded us by fixing us eggs & toast.
We also watched Ireland beat the hell out of England in RBS 6 Nations.
It was a damn good game and Mom's first to watch so was fun listening to Matt explain rules and crap and Mom talk about how cute some of the players are. Rugby players are the shit, fo'sho'.
After that we went to the gym and then to Jersey Mike's (YUM!) and then I read the 2nd book of this Zombie Trilogy I've been munchin' on and Matt threw on Boondock Saints 2.
I fell asleep on the couch, but he said it got really cool towards the end.
Sunday, we arose and headed straight to eat some damn good dim sum at Chan's (makes me laugh that there's a reviewer named 'Nomnomnom' on there) with Anna, Blue Maiya and her family, & then Jess came in later with Carter for a quick munch on some buns & dumplings before a trip to Lowe's.
After gorging ourselves with unidentifiable and delicious delights, Matt, Anna, & I headed over to this Russian deli/market that just opened up about a month ago. Sausages, pierogies, and beer, OH MY!! Anna was in heaven. We tried some marinated peppers and mushrooms - they were yummy. So we bought a little bit of everything and plan on going back for more.
Will let you know how it all turns out when we cook it up.
After that we went to this asian import store (mostly anime/manga, toys, cards, asian movies, & crap) that was closing their store front to sell exclusively online (but their website isn't up yet that I can tell). We looked around to see if anything jumped out at us so we could take advantage of the 50-70% off sale, but alas, we walked out with nothing.
Ran over to Best Buy for ipod dock/speakers. Ended up with some JBLs and used up a gift card I had burning a hole in my pocket. They didn't have any replacement RockBand drum petals. A couple weeks ago, Matt & I were rockin' out so hard, I broke the damn thing and keep forgetting to pick up a replacement. So of course, when I remember, the store is out of stock.
Amazon.com, here I come!!
The rest of Sunday afternoon was full of napping, reading, cooking (pork tenderloin and peppers over brown rice) and topped off with a viewing of The Bank Job. I wasn't paying too much attention since I was hell bent on finishing that 2nd Zombie book. Which I did, just before heading to bed....
So, now that I'm back on the interwebs this week, I figured I'd share everything with those of you who care.
SHARING IS CARING!
March MADNESS!!!
Holy crap!, you guys - March is gonna be so exciting! I must share it now!!
The past two weeks were like the calm before the storm. Here's what's on tap:
3/2 - a Ben Templesmith signing at A Comic Shop here in town. Ben's one of my faves in the comic book world with Wormwood, 30 Days of Night, Fell, & has a new book out, Choker. He's an amazing artist who does shit like this:
Followed by a spoken word night with Henry Rollins on 3/4 over at the House of Blues. This is about the 3rd or 4th show Matt and I have been to together. He's a great writer/thinker/traveler...and Oh yeah, he was the front man for Black Flag.
The following Friday night, we head to the very first First Friday Ferox - facilitated by our friend Anna Kelland (aka Blue Maiya) - a great & inspiring local artist.
Then on Sunday, 3/7, we go see Dropkick Murphys also at the House of Blues (if you've seen The Departed or that New England Patriots VISA commercial, you've heard their music), but just before that show....
We go pick up these British knuckleheads who are in town for a 2 week visit. On Holiday!
This is Kim and Steve. We met them on the Alaska cruise we went on last summer. They were so much fun and are coming to check out Florida, under the guise of scouting out the area for their grand-daughter to come visit Disney when she's old enough to appreciate big headed mice and dogs.
While they're here, and aside from some of the touristy stuff & the Dropkick show, we'll be hosting a party in their honor, attending a few local events, and showing them around our town.
Stuff like, Parafanelia over at The Haven and again at the Peacock. We'll also be celebrating a friend's 30th over at The Willowtree Cafe (if there's room for us) and going to see The Creature from the Black Lagoon over at the Enzian. And I'm sure we'll be checking out some 6 Nations Rugby games at some local pubs and doing something up for St. Pat's as well.
After they head back across the pond, Matt & I have a dentist appointment set up.
WAIT!! That shit ain't so much fun.
But THEN after that, we celebrate yet another 30th birthday over in Daytona Beach.
That pretty much wraps things up on the event schedule so far.
You'll be hearing about all the dirty details as they unfold.
YAY MARCH!!
The past two weeks were like the calm before the storm. Here's what's on tap:
3/2 - a Ben Templesmith signing at A Comic Shop here in town. Ben's one of my faves in the comic book world with Wormwood, 30 Days of Night, Fell, & has a new book out, Choker. He's an amazing artist who does shit like this:
Followed by a spoken word night with Henry Rollins on 3/4 over at the House of Blues. This is about the 3rd or 4th show Matt and I have been to together. He's a great writer/thinker/traveler...and Oh yeah, he was the front man for Black Flag.
The following Friday night, we head to the very first First Friday Ferox - facilitated by our friend Anna Kelland (aka Blue Maiya) - a great & inspiring local artist.
Then on Sunday, 3/7, we go see Dropkick Murphys also at the House of Blues (if you've seen The Departed or that New England Patriots VISA commercial, you've heard their music), but just before that show....
We go pick up these British knuckleheads who are in town for a 2 week visit. On Holiday!
This is Kim and Steve. We met them on the Alaska cruise we went on last summer. They were so much fun and are coming to check out Florida, under the guise of scouting out the area for their grand-daughter to come visit Disney when she's old enough to appreciate big headed mice and dogs.
While they're here, and aside from some of the touristy stuff & the Dropkick show, we'll be hosting a party in their honor, attending a few local events, and showing them around our town.
Stuff like, Parafanelia over at The Haven and again at the Peacock. We'll also be celebrating a friend's 30th over at The Willowtree Cafe (if there's room for us) and going to see The Creature from the Black Lagoon over at the Enzian. And I'm sure we'll be checking out some 6 Nations Rugby games at some local pubs and doing something up for St. Pat's as well.
After they head back across the pond, Matt & I have a dentist appointment set up.
WAIT!! That shit ain't so much fun.
But THEN after that, we celebrate yet another 30th birthday over in Daytona Beach.
That pretty much wraps things up on the event schedule so far.
You'll be hearing about all the dirty details as they unfold.
YAY MARCH!!
SO EFFING TIRED OF APOLOGIES
Janet Jackson 2004: "I'm sorry."
Mark Maguire 2010: "I'm sorry."
Tiger Woods 2009 & again in 2010: "I'm sorry."
Canada's Women's Hockey Team 2010: "________"
Following the Canadian Women's hockey team celebration last week, there was a lot of hub-bub about if they should apologize for crackin' open a couple of beers and puffin' on some cigars after the stadium was cleared out.
HELL NO!!
Why should they be sorry? They friggin' won!!
And while I understand that people were expectant of and have demanded apologies from celebrities like Tiger, Mark, & Janet.....(and countless politicians)...
Why?
Are the one's saying it really meaning it or are they saying it because someone (their PR person) is telling them to?
Does saying, "I'm sorry" even mean anything to anyone anymore if EVERY one is expected to say it after an epic (or not so epic) fuck up?
Apologies are slowly becoming worthless because of how often they're being thrown around.
And I'm sorry to hear that.
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