Good Girls Gone Wild

Posted Monday, April 23, 2007 1:00 PM

Not really wild, but it was fun.

On Saturday, eight of us had dinner at Citizen Smith, lounged around and drank a bit, and then hit The Garden of Eden for some dancing.  This old hag tried her best to keep up with the young'uns.  Sadly, there really is a difference between being 30 and being 25.  Best wishes, K and W!

 

Oh, and those Bud Lights were free.  We have better taste than to chug that swill all night!

Keeping Quiet Sucks

Posted Sunday, April 22, 2007 7:38 PM

I came across this great photo recently on the Apertura Photography Blog.  This pic just screams fun.  I love it!

 

Bye Ya, Sanjaya!

Posted Thursday, April 19, 2007 1:06 AM

The end has finally come!  Sanjaya is no more!  I am sad.  Why?  Sanjaya was the show this season.  I may stop watching American Idol now that the talentless teen is through.  It just won't be as ridiculous and amusing with out him.  I enjoyed the suspense every episode, wondering whether he'd get the boot.

His last song was so fitting -- Bonnie Raitt's "Something to Talk About."  That's what Sanjaya did for America every week.  He gave us all something to talk about. 

Birthmonth

Posted Thursday, April 19, 2007 12:15 PM

Yes, birthmonth.  One day is simply not enough time to celebrate adequately!  I've had the good fortune of not having paid for lunch for nearly three weeks now!  Say it with me -- spoiled brat!  Yeah!

Saturday was fun.  I asked Christine Farah to document the night for me, and she did such a wonderful job.  She really went above and beyond, and I can't wait to see the rest of the photos she took.  Here are a few images from her blog:

 









 

Here We Go, Dodgers, Here We Go

Posted Thursday, April 12, 2007 5:04 PM

[clap clap]

Take me out to the ball game.
Take me out with the crowd.
Buy me some peanuts and Cracker Jack,
And a Louisiana Red Hot,
And a Sweet Italian Sausage,
And garlic fries,

And lemonade,
And soft-serve ice cream in a waffle cone.

Apparently, I don't care if I ever get back...to my old weight. 

Musings on Some Killer Concerts

Posted Wednesday, April 11, 2007 10:45 PM

"Don't you wanna feel your skin on my skin?"

Yes, Brandon Flowers.  Yes, I do.

Two very different concerts.  Two very enjoyable nights.

This was the fifth or sixth time I saw The Killers and the third time I saw them headlining.  All other times, yummy Brandon Flowers was seriously off-key.  No matter, though.  The shows were still, dare I say, killer.  Flowers is one good showman, prancing about in his snug little vest and gesticulating to the audience like a conductor.  It wouldn't matter if he were singing commercial jingles; it'd still be a sweet show.  Damn, he's cute.

But Monday was really great.  For once, my dear Brandon Flowers had decent pitch!  Maybe he got some singing lessons, or he'd had enough practice from the first leg of the tour.  Whatever it was, the better singing made the night all the more enjoyable.  Mix a passable voice with lights, machine-powered confetti, and some tight pants, and you've got a recipe for good times.

The Killers did songs from both Sam's Town and Hot Fuss nearly perfectly, which was a far cry from the other times I saw them.  And there were two encores!  Woot woot!  What made Monday super fun for us, however, was not even the band's performance....

We got our tickets from a friend who has ties with the Staples Center.  They were really good seats -- quite possible the best seats I'd ever had at a Staples Center concert.  When we sat down, we noticed we were surrounded by old people and kids.  Strange.  What the hell were these straightlaced extended families doing here?  Then we saw all these peeps had backstage access tags.

We were sitting with the band's family.

Thus, while my boyfriend Brandon Flowers was excellent onstage, my favorite part of Monday night was actually watching Grandma sing along to every song.  And...she clearly had the same fave songs as I do.  ("Read My Mind" and "All These Things That I've Done," if you're curious.)  Classic!

Fast forward to Tuesday night.  No Grandma at The Forum, but we had great seats again -- front row, in fact.  As a lazy old bum, I love it when I can sit and still see the show without people in front of me standing up.  The only peeps "in front" of us were the general admission kids in the pit.  Ah, the pit.  I can't believe I used to do that.  Nuts.

Anyway, the thing I love most about Muse is that they're phenomenal musicians.  Last night didn't disappoint.  I'm not sure if non-musicians can really appreciate how talented these guys are.  Every time I see Muse, I get this crazy thumping feeling inside of me.  Weird but true.  It's like the music really moves me.  Wow.  That was hokey.  Ok.  I take that back.  It was...um...really loud bass.  Yeah.

My faves are the songs with elaborate piano and guitar solos.  This is the third time I've seen Muse, and I still marvel at Matthew Bellamy's prowess on both the piano and the guitar.  He's so amazing, and, like Brandon Flowers, he is quite the charismatic performer.  Bellamy is not nearly as flamboyant and over-the-top as Flowers, but he does exude a certain bravado and has this awe-inspiring swagger when he's playing.  Mind you, this is especially impressive, as Bellamy is, in the words of the hubs, a "tiny guy."  I'm talking 5'6" or 5'7" at best.

I love love loved "Butterflies & Hurricanes" (my fave Muse song), mainly because I love watching Bellamy's fingers fly on the keys.  Of course, "Starlight" was a crowd-pleaser during the second encore, as was the sing-a-long to "Time Is Running Out" during the first encore.  (What's up with two encores these days?  Maybe it's the norm now.)  I must say that the Muse audience was far better than The Killers audience, insofar as appreciation of the music (well, except for Grandma -- she appreciated the music more than anyone else in all of Staples Center).  You could tell everybody there really really liked Muse.  A lot.

You'd think, with two concerts, I would've been smart and worn earplugs.  I can't hear very well today.  Whoops.

 

p-i-n...k-b-e...r-r-y

Posted Wednesday, April 11, 2007 12:56 AM

Because I am a sick sick girl, I still peruse wedding photog blogs.  I just can't get enough of the joy that is wedding photography.  Here's a treat I found recently on the blog of Amelia Lyon:

Yes, I have a one-track mind.  And...damn.  Look at the size of that rock!