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weekend update 2009-02-02 2:02 a.m. So much to catch up on... This will be long, but without so many pictures. Lately I've begun to enjoy myself at functions, experiencing the memory instead of spending the whole time trying to save it on my camera. Thursday: Morning Benders Mania has resumed! UCSD was their first show of the mega-tour that I mentioned a few weeks ago with my other favorite band of the moment, the Submarines. The show was at 8, but I had travel team practice until 6.30. I figured that the average trip down to San Diego is an hour and a half, so even though I was cutting it close, I'd be okay. Unfortunately, I decided to offer a ride to some crazy guy from my class to Ocean Beach, which is a little past the campus. He turned out to be a veritably insane person. Really. He kept telling me about good and bad vibes, and how no one is allowed to touch his head. Ever. Needless to say, I wasn't even sure if I would be alive at the end of the drive, much less make it to the show. I got there an hour after it started. Since the Subs and Benderz are co-headlining, there were no openers to give me cushion time. It was a fifty-fifty chance that I missed the Benderz. Or did I want to see the Subs? It was a tough call. It turned out that the Subs went first, so I was there in time for the Benderz. They played a relatively bad set: new songs that were too creepy and I didn't know the words to, more than a couple of technical difficulties, etc. The only people dancing were me and a handful of weird guys headbanging to this crystalline pop. I tried to get Anton into it, but I guess I should have just been glad that he even went with me and tolerated my antics.
For reasons unclear, Anton has a jacket with a Mandarin collar. I may or may not have instigated this racism After the show, I hung around trying to talk to Tim, but not really. I refused to make eye contact with him or approach him. Julie agrees with me that it was a heinous crime on his part that he didn't come over to me to say hi, though. We're irrational... I did talk to Julian for a long time, and to Joe after that. They both had the same response: "OH, YOU'RE THOSE GIRLS."
Votes? So far, Julian has only one vote- and even that's out of pity. Each time I tried to reassure them that I'm not creepy, or at least regrettably creepy, I only made the situation worse. Anton and I were conspicuously the last people there, long after everyone else that wasn't staff or part of the band had left. At last, I moped out of there without a single word to Tim. Anton took me to commons and gave me my first taste of Ben and Jerry's after the show; why has it taken me this long to discover this delight? We caught up, and made plans for Mexico in March. I essentially drove an hour and a half down there, spent an hour and a half there, then turned around and drove the hour and a half back. Exhausting, but partly worth it. On the entire drive home, I spoke to Julie on the phone, rehashing every detail for her, and rationalizing our behavior as much as we could. She convinced me to message Tim or Julian on facebook that night to try to get on the guest list for the show the next night in Costa Mesa. And of course, I did it. Friday: I nervously checked my inbox all day until... We haven't bothered you in a long time. I didn't even bother you tonight! I'll see you guys again in Costa Mesa (will hide in the back again) but if you have any control of the list, can you put Kimmie Chu and Ryan Hudson on it? And there's no chance of getting underage people i.e. Christine Adam in right? :( Anyways good job and rest easy I'm not creepy anymore. Ish. thank you also for the giant xmas stocking, which i only found out about a week ago! see you soon, tim I almost hit the floor when I read that. First Leonard Cohen, and now this? I don't think my nerves can take anymore! Ryan and I gussied ourselves up in leather and drove to Detroit Bar in Costa Mesa right as the doors were opening. We felt so confident, not having to worry about tickets selling out, or even paying at all!
Chris Chu thinks he's so great. This time the Benderz played first. It was a better set, more dancing, less problems. Ryan and I had discussed beforehand that we don't like to stand at the front for shows because a) it would be rude of us, considering how tall we are (I was wearing 4" heels on top of my usual 5'8) and b) it would be fangirlish, and I am not a fangirl. Somehow we got pushed to the front anyways, so great view for us, not so much for the people behind. It would have been embarrassing if I didn't hide in a corner pocket. Lots of room and cover of darkness to dance like an idiot to every song that I could.
Testament to how close I was: No zoom used. The Subs came on after a quick set change, and played for the same amount of time. I think I must have been the only person there who knew all the songs and words besides "You, Me and the Bourgeoisie" (of iPod commercial fame). Since it's a bar and not just a music venue, a lot of people stuck around afterwards instead of instantly draining out and home. Too many heads to find tiny little Tim in. At first I only saw Julian and Joe, who waved me over and chatted with me for a little bit. They asked if I was happy to be on the list, and I was a little ashamed that Tim had told them. They didn't know where he was, and Ryan was getting antsy so I begrudgingly started walking to our car outside. I kept turning around to look for Tim over my shoulder though, and sure enough, just as I was at the end of the parking lot, I saw him go outside to take a phone call. Incredibly, I turned around and ran the entire stretch back to talk to him. As I came up to him, he held out his arms for a hug! Ryan and the others that I came with hung back while I spoke to Tim, thankfully. I thanked him for putting us on the list, and apologized profusely for my behavior (without making any promises that it would stop). He laughed it off, and everything was actually normal and friendly. He told me that from then on, I would be on any guest list for any show that I wanted.
Even so, couldn't kill my joy! Saturday: The girls (Lauren, Melissa, Amy, Ariel) had a very small pool party that Christine and I went to early in the day. I went in overalls and a straw floppy hat. I love dressing inappropriately for events.
I couldn't find any grass or straw to put in my mouth, so that's a bit of shrubbery. The sun, food and some alcohol made us extremely sleepy and tired, but somehow Christine and I found the energy to go out to dinner with her older sister Erin and friend Chris Price a few hours after we got back from the pool. Erin and Chris were a half hour drive away in Long Beach. Originally people were supposed to meet up with us, but all six (yeah, six!) got frustrated and lost in downtown. They all called us and told us they were mad and were just going to turn around home. Harumph, Christine and I had a good time regardless. We had no trouble driving around! First we had Lebanese dinner at a restaurant called "Open Sesame". The name put me off, and I didn't think it would be authentic. originally we were told that the wait would be a half hour... two hours later, we were finally seated. In the time we waited, we walked around into a variety of shops along this main street, ranging from books to romantic paraphernalia (the best way I could put it). Dinner was good or everyone else, not so much for me. I felt like I was eating a dozen lemons. I ordered a spicy vegetable soup that was like drinking acidic acid, followed by tabouleh wrapped in grape leaves... stewed in lemon juice. A bit disappointing, but the company was great. Chris Price, it turns out, is almost Ryan Hudson's twin.
Ryan has the same sweater. We were dancing to "Come On, Eileen" so I couldn't get a better picture. Imagine how torn my heart is! He took us to Gallagher's pub afterwards for drinks. It was a shame I was too full- feels criminal to be in any Irish establishment and not get Guinness. There was even a chugging contest that I had to watch wistfully. There was a great band on that we all liked except Chris (not "hipster" enough, I suppose), and generally a good feel to the place. Personally, I want to go back for Quiz night on Wednesday!
When we had a layover in Heathrow, we ate at an Irish pub and were confused by HP sauce. Someone suggested it stood for "Harry Potter Sauce" Christine and I decided then and there that for her birthday, which is the day before St. Paddy's, we're gong on a pub crawl. There's a pretty big one every year from Newport up to Costa Mesa (a few miles, but everyone bikes... under the influence). I can't wait! Sunday: SUPER BOWL. STEELERS! STEELERS! HUZZAH! back |- |
