Last night saw Jonny Lang at the House of Blues in Anaheim. I like the venue, although every time I see a show there, you always end up standing in line forever, then waiting forever for the show to begin. But, you do what you gotta do, I guess.
The show opened with Yvonne Reyes who has an absolutely amazing voice, and good songs. But if I could’ve given her one piece of advice, it would’ve been this: the next time you’re planning on standing on stage where there will most likely be stage lights shining, don’t wear a sheer skirt. Or wear a slip. Just a thought.
Ingram Hill was next up. Not impressed. They came out to MJ’s “Beat It” which I still don’t understand. The bass player looked like he belonged in 1968 with his long hair and tight bell bottomed jeans. The guitar player jumped around inexplicably while doing his own variation of the running man the ENTIRE set. The drummer just looked bored and I forgot he was there. The lead singer has a great voice live, but the fact that none of them looked like they were in the same band, it threw everything off for me. Not one of Memphis’ finest products, although they ended the set with their version of “Suspicious Minds” in tribute to The King.
Jonny was amazing of course. It's my 4th time seeing him and I'm never disappointed. We were three people deep, and in within spitting distance of his huge mouth. He’s always kind of frightened me because when he launches into a guitar solo, he tends to look demon-possessed where his eyes roll back into his head and his face contorts into things I never could imagine a face could look like. But he shreds and has a great band, and is so appreciative and thankful for the crowd, you forget the scariness. First time I’ve heard him play “Livin for the City” live (except for the live version on the CD), and it’s the coolest thing when he plays “I Love You Lord” on the acoustic right before "Breakin’ Me”. It’s the second time I’ve seen him do it, and it’s kinda cool that he incorporates his newfound faith into his shows, as subtle as the display might be. To most, it’s just a pretty little song he picks out on his guitar… but to the rest of us, it’s… I dunno… comforting.
I do have to briefly touch on a few highlights of the night that did not take place on stage. First was the girl who sang along to ALL of Ingram Hill’s songs and knew NONE of the words. One of my fascinations is people-watching, and I could not stop staring at this girl who kept mouthing all the wrong words, and would once in a while just happen to stumble upon the right word. Why did she feel the need to sing along when it was so obvious she’d never heard any of their stuff before? Was she trying to show how much she liked them? Who cares??? It cracked me up and provided me with something to do during their set. Second was the drunk girl who had pushed her way through to the front using the old “I’m looking for someone” routine. She spent the entire show dancing to the music playing in her head and yelling completely inappropriate things at the top of her lungs. She spilled her drink (which was wisely switched to water at some point) on my friend Isabelle numerous times, and at one point spilled it on herself and got so mad that “someone” would throw water on her. (Her own arm jerked up on its’ own. We witnessed the water splash up and out ourselves). She also kept insisting that we put our arms in the air because we would “feel so free”. Umm… no thanks. But the third (AND BEST) highlight was the crazy girl who seemed so sweet and innocent at the beginning. She stood behind us the entire night, and even followed directly behind us once we got closer to the stage. She kept leaning on my back all night, and I finally had to tell her she couldn’t do that anymore because it was really annoying. She had mentioned something about her family knowing Jonny’s and there had been some disagreement so their families didn’t like each other now, and she was hoping Jonny wouldn’t see her. YET… she goes to every single one of his shows whenever she can and got as close to the stage as possible. (?!) Throughout his entire set she screamed as loud as she could and said things like, “I know you hate me Jonny, but I love you!” She also sang as loud as possible every single word to every song – in my ear. Once we got a little more spread out, she took her hair down and began to fling her head around and make faces that looked like someone who might be doing an imitation of a cross between Billy Idol and Zoolander. Very scary.
All-in-all a very memorable night. I always tend to have very memorable times with Isabelle and last night was no exception. I was so tired and my back hurt so bad from standing in one place for 4+ hours, and we had to wait to exit the parking lot for another 45 mins or so after the show. Oh well.. We got our Jonny fix until the next time comes around…
Friday, October 15, 2004
Jonny Be Good
Last night saw Jonny Lang at the House of Blues in Anaheim. I like the venue, although every time I see a show there, you always end up standing in line forever, then waiting forever for the show to begin. But, you do what you gotta do, I guess.
The show opened with Yvonne Reyes who has an absolutely amazing voice, and good songs. But if I could’ve given her one piece of advice, it would’ve been this: the next time you’re planning on standing on stage where there will most likely be stage lights shining, don’t wear a sheer skirt. Or wear a slip. Just a thought.
Ingram Hill was next up. Not impressed. They came out to MJ’s “Beat It” which I still don’t understand. The bass player looked like he belonged in 1968 with his long hair and tight bell bottomed jeans. The guitar player jumped around inexplicably while doing his own variation of the running man the ENTIRE set. The drummer just looked bored and I forgot he was there. The lead singer has a great voice live, but the fact that none of them looked like they were in the same band, it threw everything off for me. Not one of Memphis’ finest products, although they ended the set with their version of “Suspicious Minds” in tribute to The King.
Jonny was amazing of course. It's my 4th time seeing him and I'm never disappointed. We were three people deep, and in within spitting distance of his huge mouth. He’s always kind of frightened me because when he launches into a guitar solo, he tends to look demon-possessed where his eyes roll back into his head and his face contorts into things I never could imagine a face could look like. But he shreds and has a great band, and is so appreciative and thankful for the crowd, you forget the scariness. First time I’ve heard him play “Livin for the City” live (except for the live version on the CD), and it’s the coolest thing when he plays “I Love You Lord” on the acoustic right before "Breakin’ Me”. It’s the second time I’ve seen him do it, and it’s kinda cool that he incorporates his newfound faith into his shows, as subtle as the display might be. To most, it’s just a pretty little song he picks out on his guitar… but to the rest of us, it’s… I dunno… comforting.
I do have to briefly touch on a few highlights of the night that did not take place on stage. First was the girl who sang along to ALL of Ingram Hill’s songs and knew NONE of the words. One of my fascinations is people-watching, and I could not stop staring at this girl who kept mouthing all the wrong words, and would once in a while just happen to stumble upon the right word. Why did she feel the need to sing along when it was so obvious she’d never heard any of their stuff before? Was she trying to show how much she liked them? Who cares??? It cracked me up and provided me with something to do during their set. Second was the drunk girl who had pushed her way through to the front using the old “I’m looking for someone” routine. She spent the entire show dancing to the music playing in her head and yelling completely inappropriate things at the top of her lungs. She spilled her drink (which was wisely switched to water at some point) on my friend Isabelle numerous times, and at one point spilled it on herself and got so mad that “someone” would throw water on her. (Her own arm jerked up on its’ own. We witnessed the water splash up and out ourselves). She also kept insisting that we put our arms in the air because we would “feel so free”. Umm… no thanks. But the third (AND BEST) highlight was the crazy girl who seemed so sweet and innocent at the beginning. She stood behind us the entire night, and even followed directly behind us once we got closer to the stage. She kept leaning on my back all night, and I finally had to tell her she couldn’t do that anymore because it was really annoying. She had mentioned something about her family knowing Jonny’s and there had been some disagreement so their families didn’t like each other now, and she was hoping Jonny wouldn’t see her. YET… she goes to every single one of his shows whenever she can and got as close to the stage as possible. (?!) Throughout his entire set she screamed as loud as she could and said things like, “I know you hate me Jonny, but I love you!” She also sang as loud as possible every single word to every song – in my ear. Once we got a little more spread out, she took her hair down and began to fling her head around and make faces that looked like someone who might be doing an imitation of a cross between Billy Idol and Zoolander. Very scary.
All-in-all a very memorable night. I always tend to have very memorable times with Isabelle and last night was no exception. I was so tired and my back hurt so bad from standing in one place for 4+ hours, and we had to wait to exit the parking lot for another 45 mins or so after the show. Oh well.. We got our Jonny fix until the next time comes around…
The show opened with Yvonne Reyes who has an absolutely amazing voice, and good songs. But if I could’ve given her one piece of advice, it would’ve been this: the next time you’re planning on standing on stage where there will most likely be stage lights shining, don’t wear a sheer skirt. Or wear a slip. Just a thought.
Ingram Hill was next up. Not impressed. They came out to MJ’s “Beat It” which I still don’t understand. The bass player looked like he belonged in 1968 with his long hair and tight bell bottomed jeans. The guitar player jumped around inexplicably while doing his own variation of the running man the ENTIRE set. The drummer just looked bored and I forgot he was there. The lead singer has a great voice live, but the fact that none of them looked like they were in the same band, it threw everything off for me. Not one of Memphis’ finest products, although they ended the set with their version of “Suspicious Minds” in tribute to The King.
Jonny was amazing of course. It's my 4th time seeing him and I'm never disappointed. We were three people deep, and in within spitting distance of his huge mouth. He’s always kind of frightened me because when he launches into a guitar solo, he tends to look demon-possessed where his eyes roll back into his head and his face contorts into things I never could imagine a face could look like. But he shreds and has a great band, and is so appreciative and thankful for the crowd, you forget the scariness. First time I’ve heard him play “Livin for the City” live (except for the live version on the CD), and it’s the coolest thing when he plays “I Love You Lord” on the acoustic right before "Breakin’ Me”. It’s the second time I’ve seen him do it, and it’s kinda cool that he incorporates his newfound faith into his shows, as subtle as the display might be. To most, it’s just a pretty little song he picks out on his guitar… but to the rest of us, it’s… I dunno… comforting.
I do have to briefly touch on a few highlights of the night that did not take place on stage. First was the girl who sang along to ALL of Ingram Hill’s songs and knew NONE of the words. One of my fascinations is people-watching, and I could not stop staring at this girl who kept mouthing all the wrong words, and would once in a while just happen to stumble upon the right word. Why did she feel the need to sing along when it was so obvious she’d never heard any of their stuff before? Was she trying to show how much she liked them? Who cares??? It cracked me up and provided me with something to do during their set. Second was the drunk girl who had pushed her way through to the front using the old “I’m looking for someone” routine. She spent the entire show dancing to the music playing in her head and yelling completely inappropriate things at the top of her lungs. She spilled her drink (which was wisely switched to water at some point) on my friend Isabelle numerous times, and at one point spilled it on herself and got so mad that “someone” would throw water on her. (Her own arm jerked up on its’ own. We witnessed the water splash up and out ourselves). She also kept insisting that we put our arms in the air because we would “feel so free”. Umm… no thanks. But the third (AND BEST) highlight was the crazy girl who seemed so sweet and innocent at the beginning. She stood behind us the entire night, and even followed directly behind us once we got closer to the stage. She kept leaning on my back all night, and I finally had to tell her she couldn’t do that anymore because it was really annoying. She had mentioned something about her family knowing Jonny’s and there had been some disagreement so their families didn’t like each other now, and she was hoping Jonny wouldn’t see her. YET… she goes to every single one of his shows whenever she can and got as close to the stage as possible. (?!) Throughout his entire set she screamed as loud as she could and said things like, “I know you hate me Jonny, but I love you!” She also sang as loud as possible every single word to every song – in my ear. Once we got a little more spread out, she took her hair down and began to fling her head around and make faces that looked like someone who might be doing an imitation of a cross between Billy Idol and Zoolander. Very scary.
All-in-all a very memorable night. I always tend to have very memorable times with Isabelle and last night was no exception. I was so tired and my back hurt so bad from standing in one place for 4+ hours, and we had to wait to exit the parking lot for another 45 mins or so after the show. Oh well.. We got our Jonny fix until the next time comes around…
Jonny Be Good
Last night saw Jonny Lang at the House of Blues in Anaheim. I like the venue, although every time I see a show there, you always end up standing in line forever, then waiting forever for the show to begin. But, you do what you gotta do, I guess.
The show opened with Yvonne Reyes who has an absolutely amazing voice, and good songs. But if I could’ve given her one piece of advice, it would’ve been this: the next time you’re planning on standing on stage where there will most likely be stage lights shining, don’t wear a sheer skirt. Or wear a slip. Just a thought.
Ingram Hill was next up. Not impressed. They came out to MJ’s “Beat It” which I still don’t understand. The bass player looked like he belonged in 1968 with his long hair and tight bell bottomed jeans. The guitar player jumped around inexplicably while doing his own variation of the running man the ENTIRE set. The drummer just looked bored and I forgot he was there. The lead singer has a great voice live, but the fact that none of them looked like they were in the same band, it threw everything off for me. Not one of Memphis’ finest products, although they ended the set with their version of “Suspicious Minds” in tribute to The King.
Jonny was amazing of course. It's my 4th time seeing him and I'm never disappointed. We were three people deep, and in within spitting distance of his huge mouth. He’s always kind of frightened me because when he launches into a guitar solo, he tends to look demon-possessed where his eyes roll back into his head and his face contorts into things I never could imagine a face could look like. But he shreds and has a great band, and is so appreciative and thankful for the crowd, you forget the scariness. First time I’ve heard him play “Livin for the City” live (except for the live version on the CD), and it’s the coolest thing when he plays “I Love You Lord” on the acoustic right before "Breakin’ Me”. It’s the second time I’ve seen him do it, and it’s kinda cool that he incorporates his newfound faith into his shows, as subtle as the display might be. To most, it’s just a pretty little song he picks out on his guitar… but to the rest of us, it’s… I dunno… comforting.
I do have to briefly touch on a few highlights of the night that did not take place on stage. First was the girl who sang along to ALL of Ingram Hill’s songs and knew NONE of the words. One of my fascinations is people-watching, and I could not stop staring at this girl who kept mouthing all the wrong words, and would once in a while just happen to stumble upon the right word. Why did she feel the need to sing along when it was so obvious she’d never heard any of their stuff before? Was she trying to show how much she liked them? Who cares??? It cracked me up and provided me with something to do during their set. Second was the drunk girl who had pushed her way through to the front using the old “I’m looking for someone” routine. She spent the entire show dancing to the music playing in her head and yelling completely inappropriate things at the top of her lungs. She spilled her drink (which was wisely switched to water at some point) on my friend Isabelle numerous times, and at one point spilled it on herself and got so mad that “someone” would throw water on her. (Her own arm jerked up on its’ own. We witnessed the water splash up and out ourselves). She also kept insisting that we put our arms in the air because we would “feel so free”. Umm… no thanks. But the third (AND BEST) highlight was the crazy girl who seemed so sweet and innocent at the beginning. She stood behind us the entire night, and even followed directly behind us once we got closer to the stage. She kept leaning on my back all night, and I finally had to tell her she couldn’t do that anymore because it was really annoying. She had mentioned something about her family knowing Jonny’s and there had been some disagreement so their families didn’t like each other now, and she was hoping Jonny wouldn’t see her. YET… she goes to every single one of his shows whenever she can and got as close to the stage as possible. (?!) Throughout his entire set she screamed as loud as she could and said things like, “I know you hate me Jonny, but I love you!” She also sang as loud as possible every single word to every song – in my ear. Once we got a little more spread out, she took her hair down and began to fling her head around and make faces that looked like someone who might be doing an imitation of a cross between Billy Idol and Zoolander. Very scary.
All-in-all a very memorable night. I always tend to have very memorable times with Isabelle and last night was no exception. I was so tired and my back hurt so bad from standing in one place for 4+ hours, and we had to wait to exit the parking lot for another 45 mins or so after the show. Oh well.. We got our Jonny fix until the next time comes around…
The show opened with Yvonne Reyes who has an absolutely amazing voice, and good songs. But if I could’ve given her one piece of advice, it would’ve been this: the next time you’re planning on standing on stage where there will most likely be stage lights shining, don’t wear a sheer skirt. Or wear a slip. Just a thought.
Ingram Hill was next up. Not impressed. They came out to MJ’s “Beat It” which I still don’t understand. The bass player looked like he belonged in 1968 with his long hair and tight bell bottomed jeans. The guitar player jumped around inexplicably while doing his own variation of the running man the ENTIRE set. The drummer just looked bored and I forgot he was there. The lead singer has a great voice live, but the fact that none of them looked like they were in the same band, it threw everything off for me. Not one of Memphis’ finest products, although they ended the set with their version of “Suspicious Minds” in tribute to The King.
Jonny was amazing of course. It's my 4th time seeing him and I'm never disappointed. We were three people deep, and in within spitting distance of his huge mouth. He’s always kind of frightened me because when he launches into a guitar solo, he tends to look demon-possessed where his eyes roll back into his head and his face contorts into things I never could imagine a face could look like. But he shreds and has a great band, and is so appreciative and thankful for the crowd, you forget the scariness. First time I’ve heard him play “Livin for the City” live (except for the live version on the CD), and it’s the coolest thing when he plays “I Love You Lord” on the acoustic right before "Breakin’ Me”. It’s the second time I’ve seen him do it, and it’s kinda cool that he incorporates his newfound faith into his shows, as subtle as the display might be. To most, it’s just a pretty little song he picks out on his guitar… but to the rest of us, it’s… I dunno… comforting.
I do have to briefly touch on a few highlights of the night that did not take place on stage. First was the girl who sang along to ALL of Ingram Hill’s songs and knew NONE of the words. One of my fascinations is people-watching, and I could not stop staring at this girl who kept mouthing all the wrong words, and would once in a while just happen to stumble upon the right word. Why did she feel the need to sing along when it was so obvious she’d never heard any of their stuff before? Was she trying to show how much she liked them? Who cares??? It cracked me up and provided me with something to do during their set. Second was the drunk girl who had pushed her way through to the front using the old “I’m looking for someone” routine. She spent the entire show dancing to the music playing in her head and yelling completely inappropriate things at the top of her lungs. She spilled her drink (which was wisely switched to water at some point) on my friend Isabelle numerous times, and at one point spilled it on herself and got so mad that “someone” would throw water on her. (Her own arm jerked up on its’ own. We witnessed the water splash up and out ourselves). She also kept insisting that we put our arms in the air because we would “feel so free”. Umm… no thanks. But the third (AND BEST) highlight was the crazy girl who seemed so sweet and innocent at the beginning. She stood behind us the entire night, and even followed directly behind us once we got closer to the stage. She kept leaning on my back all night, and I finally had to tell her she couldn’t do that anymore because it was really annoying. She had mentioned something about her family knowing Jonny’s and there had been some disagreement so their families didn’t like each other now, and she was hoping Jonny wouldn’t see her. YET… she goes to every single one of his shows whenever she can and got as close to the stage as possible. (?!) Throughout his entire set she screamed as loud as she could and said things like, “I know you hate me Jonny, but I love you!” She also sang as loud as possible every single word to every song – in my ear. Once we got a little more spread out, she took her hair down and began to fling her head around and make faces that looked like someone who might be doing an imitation of a cross between Billy Idol and Zoolander. Very scary.
All-in-all a very memorable night. I always tend to have very memorable times with Isabelle and last night was no exception. I was so tired and my back hurt so bad from standing in one place for 4+ hours, and we had to wait to exit the parking lot for another 45 mins or so after the show. Oh well.. We got our Jonny fix until the next time comes around…
Thursday, October 14, 2004
Easier Said Than Done
I haven’t blogged all week, so in order to make up for it, I am going to give a brief rundown on the hightlights of this past week:
Saturday morning drove in from Vegas, picked up Heather and went to my work’s staff picnic. It was in appreciation of lowering our workman’s comp claims so they had it at this cool park, invited all 260 employees and their families, had lots of games, and gave away tons of cool gifts in a raffle (think iPods, a computer system, and a couple LCD tvs). I have horrible luck and was not surprised when my number was never called. Oh well. Got home, showered, and went to my friend’s birthday party at a Japanese restaurant. Good times and met some new people, so that’s always fun. Hung out in downtown afterwards and drove the birthday boy home. Got to my house and crashed I was so tired.
Sunday night got off work early and went to one of my favorite places: the 99 cents only store. So fun. And if the guy with the iPod that I talked to that night is reading this, email me. I think I might marry you.
Monday night had dinner in Pasadena with good friends from Texas. One of the boys is young and always good for a few hours of flirting and fun, but I figured since he’s gotten himself a girlfriend since I last saw him, things would be significantly tamer. Apparently it only makes him flirt more, which was a pleasant surprise. I’m always down for an evening of innocent flirting. On my drive there, I was convinced I was being set up because they told me they were inviting another guy who I know is single and lives out here. I’m still not convinced I wasn’t being set up, but I was having too much fun to bother with the single guy. I should probably pay more attention next time.
Tuesday we found out we have to get rid of the cat or pay a heavy fine for a pet deposit at our apartment. If you know anyone who wants a really cute, fluffy calico, let me know.
Tonight I went to a business seminar which was slightly informative, but mostly not. Not a terrible way to spend 2 hours, but with the week I’ve just had and the next few days, I could’ve used those 2 hours to write these blogs. Which would mean I would be sleeping right now.
Saturday morning drove in from Vegas, picked up Heather and went to my work’s staff picnic. It was in appreciation of lowering our workman’s comp claims so they had it at this cool park, invited all 260 employees and their families, had lots of games, and gave away tons of cool gifts in a raffle (think iPods, a computer system, and a couple LCD tvs). I have horrible luck and was not surprised when my number was never called. Oh well. Got home, showered, and went to my friend’s birthday party at a Japanese restaurant. Good times and met some new people, so that’s always fun. Hung out in downtown afterwards and drove the birthday boy home. Got to my house and crashed I was so tired.
Sunday night got off work early and went to one of my favorite places: the 99 cents only store. So fun. And if the guy with the iPod that I talked to that night is reading this, email me. I think I might marry you.
Monday night had dinner in Pasadena with good friends from Texas. One of the boys is young and always good for a few hours of flirting and fun, but I figured since he’s gotten himself a girlfriend since I last saw him, things would be significantly tamer. Apparently it only makes him flirt more, which was a pleasant surprise. I’m always down for an evening of innocent flirting. On my drive there, I was convinced I was being set up because they told me they were inviting another guy who I know is single and lives out here. I’m still not convinced I wasn’t being set up, but I was having too much fun to bother with the single guy. I should probably pay more attention next time.
Tuesday we found out we have to get rid of the cat or pay a heavy fine for a pet deposit at our apartment. If you know anyone who wants a really cute, fluffy calico, let me know.
Tonight I went to a business seminar which was slightly informative, but mostly not. Not a terrible way to spend 2 hours, but with the week I’ve just had and the next few days, I could’ve used those 2 hours to write these blogs. Which would mean I would be sleeping right now.
Easier Said Than Done
I haven’t blogged all week, so in order to make up for it, I am going to give a brief rundown on the hightlights of this past week:
Saturday morning drove in from Vegas, picked up Heather and went to my work’s staff picnic. It was in appreciation of lowering our workman’s comp claims so they had it at this cool park, invited all 260 employees and their families, had lots of games, and gave away tons of cool gifts in a raffle (think iPods, a computer system, and a couple LCD tvs). I have horrible luck and was not surprised when my number was never called. Oh well. Got home, showered, and went to my friend’s birthday party at a Japanese restaurant. Good times and met some new people, so that’s always fun. Hung out in downtown afterwards and drove the birthday boy home. Got to my house and crashed I was so tired.
Sunday night got off work early and went to one of my favorite places: the 99 cents only store. So fun. And if the guy with the iPod that I talked to that night is reading this, email me. I think I might marry you.
Monday night had dinner in Pasadena with good friends from Texas. One of the boys is young and always good for a few hours of flirting and fun, but I figured since he’s gotten himself a girlfriend since I last saw him, things would be significantly tamer. Apparently it only makes him flirt more, which was a pleasant surprise. I’m always down for an evening of innocent flirting. On my drive there, I was convinced I was being set up because they told me they were inviting another guy who I know is single and lives out here. I’m still not convinced I wasn’t being set up, but I was having too much fun to bother with the single guy. I should probably pay more attention next time.
Tuesday we found out we have to get rid of the cat or pay a heavy fine for a pet deposit at our apartment. If you know anyone who wants a really cute, fluffy calico, let me know.
Tonight I went to a business seminar which was slightly informative, but mostly not. Not a terrible way to spend 2 hours, but with the week I’ve just had and the next few days, I could’ve used those 2 hours to write these blogs. Which would mean I would be sleeping right now.
Saturday morning drove in from Vegas, picked up Heather and went to my work’s staff picnic. It was in appreciation of lowering our workman’s comp claims so they had it at this cool park, invited all 260 employees and their families, had lots of games, and gave away tons of cool gifts in a raffle (think iPods, a computer system, and a couple LCD tvs). I have horrible luck and was not surprised when my number was never called. Oh well. Got home, showered, and went to my friend’s birthday party at a Japanese restaurant. Good times and met some new people, so that’s always fun. Hung out in downtown afterwards and drove the birthday boy home. Got to my house and crashed I was so tired.
Sunday night got off work early and went to one of my favorite places: the 99 cents only store. So fun. And if the guy with the iPod that I talked to that night is reading this, email me. I think I might marry you.
Monday night had dinner in Pasadena with good friends from Texas. One of the boys is young and always good for a few hours of flirting and fun, but I figured since he’s gotten himself a girlfriend since I last saw him, things would be significantly tamer. Apparently it only makes him flirt more, which was a pleasant surprise. I’m always down for an evening of innocent flirting. On my drive there, I was convinced I was being set up because they told me they were inviting another guy who I know is single and lives out here. I’m still not convinced I wasn’t being set up, but I was having too much fun to bother with the single guy. I should probably pay more attention next time.
Tuesday we found out we have to get rid of the cat or pay a heavy fine for a pet deposit at our apartment. If you know anyone who wants a really cute, fluffy calico, let me know.
Tonight I went to a business seminar which was slightly informative, but mostly not. Not a terrible way to spend 2 hours, but with the week I’ve just had and the next few days, I could’ve used those 2 hours to write these blogs. Which would mean I would be sleeping right now.
Easier Said Than Done
I haven’t blogged all week, so in order to make up for it, I am going to give a brief rundown on the hightlights of this past week:
Saturday morning drove in from Vegas, picked up Heather and went to my work’s staff picnic. It was in appreciation of lowering our workman’s comp claims so they had it at this cool park, invited all 260 employees and their families, had lots of games, and gave away tons of cool gifts in a raffle (think iPods, a computer system, and a couple LCD tvs). I have horrible luck and was not surprised when my number was never called. Oh well. Got home, showered, and went to my friend’s birthday party at a Japanese restaurant. Good times and met some new people, so that’s always fun. Hung out in downtown afterwards and drove the birthday boy home. Got to my house and crashed I was so tired.
Sunday night got off work early and went to one of my favorite places: the 99 cents only store. So fun. And if the guy with the iPod that I talked to that night is reading this, email me. I think I might marry you.
Monday night had dinner in Pasadena with good friends from Texas. One of the boys is young and always good for a few hours of flirting and fun, but I figured since he’s gotten himself a girlfriend since I last saw him, things would be significantly tamer. Apparently it only makes him flirt more, which was a pleasant surprise. I’m always down for an evening of innocent flirting. On my drive there, I was convinced I was being set up because they told me they were inviting another guy who I know is single and lives out here. I’m still not convinced I wasn’t being set up, but I was having too much fun to bother with the single guy. I should probably pay more attention next time.
Tuesday we found out we have to get rid of the cat or pay a heavy fine for a pet deposit at our apartment. If you know anyone who wants a really cute, fluffy calico, let me know.
Tonight I went to a business seminar which was slightly informative, but mostly not. Not a terrible way to spend 2 hours, but with the week I’ve just had and the next few days, I could’ve used those 2 hours to write these blogs. Which would mean I would be sleeping right now.
Saturday morning drove in from Vegas, picked up Heather and went to my work’s staff picnic. It was in appreciation of lowering our workman’s comp claims so they had it at this cool park, invited all 260 employees and their families, had lots of games, and gave away tons of cool gifts in a raffle (think iPods, a computer system, and a couple LCD tvs). I have horrible luck and was not surprised when my number was never called. Oh well. Got home, showered, and went to my friend’s birthday party at a Japanese restaurant. Good times and met some new people, so that’s always fun. Hung out in downtown afterwards and drove the birthday boy home. Got to my house and crashed I was so tired.
Sunday night got off work early and went to one of my favorite places: the 99 cents only store. So fun. And if the guy with the iPod that I talked to that night is reading this, email me. I think I might marry you.
Monday night had dinner in Pasadena with good friends from Texas. One of the boys is young and always good for a few hours of flirting and fun, but I figured since he’s gotten himself a girlfriend since I last saw him, things would be significantly tamer. Apparently it only makes him flirt more, which was a pleasant surprise. I’m always down for an evening of innocent flirting. On my drive there, I was convinced I was being set up because they told me they were inviting another guy who I know is single and lives out here. I’m still not convinced I wasn’t being set up, but I was having too much fun to bother with the single guy. I should probably pay more attention next time.
Tuesday we found out we have to get rid of the cat or pay a heavy fine for a pet deposit at our apartment. If you know anyone who wants a really cute, fluffy calico, let me know.
Tonight I went to a business seminar which was slightly informative, but mostly not. Not a terrible way to spend 2 hours, but with the week I’ve just had and the next few days, I could’ve used those 2 hours to write these blogs. Which would mean I would be sleeping right now.
R.E.S.P.E.C.T.
A few random things I feel the need to share:
I need to learn how to make homemade salsa because I love it so dang much.
People who explain the same thing to me 20 times in 20 different ways really irritate me. Look, I understand what you’re saying. I do this all the time. I speak English, and you can shut up now.
Chewy Sprees should get more respect. They’re chewy and they’re sour. My mouth is watering right now just thinking about them. Good road trip snack. And yippee! I’ve got Vegas again next weekend. Must stock up.
I broke an entire chunk of plastic off my cell phone yesterday. I have no idea how. I really need a new phone. I also need $150 to spend on a new phone.
I need to learn how to make homemade salsa because I love it so dang much.
People who explain the same thing to me 20 times in 20 different ways really irritate me. Look, I understand what you’re saying. I do this all the time. I speak English, and you can shut up now.
Chewy Sprees should get more respect. They’re chewy and they’re sour. My mouth is watering right now just thinking about them. Good road trip snack. And yippee! I’ve got Vegas again next weekend. Must stock up.
I broke an entire chunk of plastic off my cell phone yesterday. I have no idea how. I really need a new phone. I also need $150 to spend on a new phone.
R.E.S.P.E.C.T.
A few random things I feel the need to share:
I need to learn how to make homemade salsa because I love it so dang much.
People who explain the same thing to me 20 times in 20 different ways really irritate me. Look, I understand what you’re saying. I do this all the time. I speak English, and you can shut up now.
Chewy Sprees should get more respect. They’re chewy and they’re sour. My mouth is watering right now just thinking about them. Good road trip snack. And yippee! I’ve got Vegas again next weekend. Must stock up.
I broke an entire chunk of plastic off my cell phone yesterday. I have no idea how. I really need a new phone. I also need $150 to spend on a new phone.
I need to learn how to make homemade salsa because I love it so dang much.
People who explain the same thing to me 20 times in 20 different ways really irritate me. Look, I understand what you’re saying. I do this all the time. I speak English, and you can shut up now.
Chewy Sprees should get more respect. They’re chewy and they’re sour. My mouth is watering right now just thinking about them. Good road trip snack. And yippee! I’ve got Vegas again next weekend. Must stock up.
I broke an entire chunk of plastic off my cell phone yesterday. I have no idea how. I really need a new phone. I also need $150 to spend on a new phone.
R.E.S.P.E.C.T.
A few random things I feel the need to share:
I need to learn how to make homemade salsa because I love it so dang much.
People who explain the same thing to me 20 times in 20 different ways really irritate me. Look, I understand what you’re saying. I do this all the time. I speak English, and you can shut up now.
Chewy Sprees should get more respect. They’re chewy and they’re sour. My mouth is watering right now just thinking about them. Good road trip snack. And yippee! I’ve got Vegas again next weekend. Must stock up.
I broke an entire chunk of plastic off my cell phone yesterday. I have no idea how. I really need a new phone. I also need $150 to spend on a new phone.
I need to learn how to make homemade salsa because I love it so dang much.
People who explain the same thing to me 20 times in 20 different ways really irritate me. Look, I understand what you’re saying. I do this all the time. I speak English, and you can shut up now.
Chewy Sprees should get more respect. They’re chewy and they’re sour. My mouth is watering right now just thinking about them. Good road trip snack. And yippee! I’ve got Vegas again next weekend. Must stock up.
I broke an entire chunk of plastic off my cell phone yesterday. I have no idea how. I really need a new phone. I also need $150 to spend on a new phone.
Sunday, October 10, 2004
No, it doesn't have a Hemi
I have reconsidered my career choice, and I'm considering applying for a job as a professional rental car test driver. I could rate it on all sorts of criteria: power, agility, handling, appearance... And then on the more important categories: the possibilities of one getting asked for their number, the rate of double-takes the car causes, and self esteem boosters. I already blogged about the Dodge truck I drove last weekend that had a Hemi and made me feel very powerful.
This weekend, my sister and I got a kick out of the cars that were waiting in the parking lot to be rented, joking about how we would look driving to Vegas in this or that... We both noticed the Dodge Magnum and stated how ugly it was. So of course we picked it when they offered us an upgrade. We mostly cared about comfort and didn't care too much about how we looked in it, as long as it got us there and back.
Little did we plan on the kind of reaction it would inspire. At our stop in Baker, we got a couple of older gentlemen who were pit-stopping with their families asking us all types of questions about its speed, what a good-looking car it was, etc, etc... We just drove away laughing, baffled at the thought of how anyone could think this car was attractive in any sort of way. But it got me thinking about how well it really did handle, and how we didn't feel anything on the road at all. I was cruising at 95 and didn't bat an eyelash because it was so smooth.
Mom loves the car and now wants one. Dad encouraged the conversation saying she needed a new "Vegas car". Sis and I just kept saying how completely ugly it was, and how it was just a glorified station wagon.
On the drive home while creeping along in traffic, a couple of teenage boys drove up alongside yelling "That thing have a Hemi??" I answered no, but to be honest, I'm not entirely sure. I just didn't want to continue any further conversation about a car that was getting all this attention. I didn't understand it.
So we turned the Magnum in on Saturday morning and bid our farewells. It brought us home safely and smoothly and gave us a few laughs along the way. It's still really ugly, tho.
Bring on the job application. I'm ready to go.
This weekend, my sister and I got a kick out of the cars that were waiting in the parking lot to be rented, joking about how we would look driving to Vegas in this or that... We both noticed the Dodge Magnum and stated how ugly it was. So of course we picked it when they offered us an upgrade. We mostly cared about comfort and didn't care too much about how we looked in it, as long as it got us there and back.
Little did we plan on the kind of reaction it would inspire. At our stop in Baker, we got a couple of older gentlemen who were pit-stopping with their families asking us all types of questions about its speed, what a good-looking car it was, etc, etc... We just drove away laughing, baffled at the thought of how anyone could think this car was attractive in any sort of way. But it got me thinking about how well it really did handle, and how we didn't feel anything on the road at all. I was cruising at 95 and didn't bat an eyelash because it was so smooth.
Mom loves the car and now wants one. Dad encouraged the conversation saying she needed a new "Vegas car". Sis and I just kept saying how completely ugly it was, and how it was just a glorified station wagon.
On the drive home while creeping along in traffic, a couple of teenage boys drove up alongside yelling "That thing have a Hemi??" I answered no, but to be honest, I'm not entirely sure. I just didn't want to continue any further conversation about a car that was getting all this attention. I didn't understand it.
So we turned the Magnum in on Saturday morning and bid our farewells. It brought us home safely and smoothly and gave us a few laughs along the way. It's still really ugly, tho.
Bring on the job application. I'm ready to go.
No, it doesn't have a Hemi
I have reconsidered my career choice, and I'm considering applying for a job as a professional rental car test driver. I could rate it on all sorts of criteria: power, agility, handling, appearance... And then on the more important categories: the possibilities of one getting asked for their number, the rate of double-takes the car causes, and self esteem boosters. I already blogged about the Dodge truck I drove last weekend that had a Hemi and made me feel very powerful.
This weekend, my sister and I got a kick out of the cars that were waiting in the parking lot to be rented, joking about how we would look driving to Vegas in this or that... We both noticed the Dodge Magnum and stated how ugly it was. So of course we picked it when they offered us an upgrade. We mostly cared about comfort and didn't care too much about how we looked in it, as long as it got us there and back.
Little did we plan on the kind of reaction it would inspire. At our stop in Baker, we got a couple of older gentlemen who were pit-stopping with their families asking us all types of questions about its speed, what a good-looking car it was, etc, etc... We just drove away laughing, baffled at the thought of how anyone could think this car was attractive in any sort of way. But it got me thinking about how well it really did handle, and how we didn't feel anything on the road at all. I was cruising at 95 and didn't bat an eyelash because it was so smooth.
Mom loves the car and now wants one. Dad encouraged the conversation saying she needed a new "Vegas car". Sis and I just kept saying how completely ugly it was, and how it was just a glorified station wagon.
On the drive home while creeping along in traffic, a couple of teenage boys drove up alongside yelling "That thing have a Hemi??" I answered no, but to be honest, I'm not entirely sure. I just didn't want to continue any further conversation about a car that was getting all this attention. I didn't understand it.
So we turned the Magnum in on Saturday morning and bid our farewells. It brought us home safely and smoothly and gave us a few laughs along the way. It's still really ugly, tho.
Bring on the job application. I'm ready to go.
This weekend, my sister and I got a kick out of the cars that were waiting in the parking lot to be rented, joking about how we would look driving to Vegas in this or that... We both noticed the Dodge Magnum and stated how ugly it was. So of course we picked it when they offered us an upgrade. We mostly cared about comfort and didn't care too much about how we looked in it, as long as it got us there and back.
Little did we plan on the kind of reaction it would inspire. At our stop in Baker, we got a couple of older gentlemen who were pit-stopping with their families asking us all types of questions about its speed, what a good-looking car it was, etc, etc... We just drove away laughing, baffled at the thought of how anyone could think this car was attractive in any sort of way. But it got me thinking about how well it really did handle, and how we didn't feel anything on the road at all. I was cruising at 95 and didn't bat an eyelash because it was so smooth.
Mom loves the car and now wants one. Dad encouraged the conversation saying she needed a new "Vegas car". Sis and I just kept saying how completely ugly it was, and how it was just a glorified station wagon.
On the drive home while creeping along in traffic, a couple of teenage boys drove up alongside yelling "That thing have a Hemi??" I answered no, but to be honest, I'm not entirely sure. I just didn't want to continue any further conversation about a car that was getting all this attention. I didn't understand it.
So we turned the Magnum in on Saturday morning and bid our farewells. It brought us home safely and smoothly and gave us a few laughs along the way. It's still really ugly, tho.
Bring on the job application. I'm ready to go.
No, it doesn't have a Hemi
I have reconsidered my career choice, and I'm considering applying for a job as a professional rental car test driver. I could rate it on all sorts of criteria: power, agility, handling, appearance... And then on the more important categories: the possibilities of one getting asked for their number, the rate of double-takes the car causes, and self esteem boosters. I already blogged about the Dodge truck I drove last weekend that had a Hemi and made me feel very powerful.
This weekend, my sister and I got a kick out of the cars that were waiting in the parking lot to be rented, joking about how we would look driving to Vegas in this or that... We both noticed the Dodge Magnum and stated how ugly it was. So of course we picked it when they offered us an upgrade. We mostly cared about comfort and didn't care too much about how we looked in it, as long as it got us there and back.
Little did we plan on the kind of reaction it would inspire. At our stop in Baker, we got a couple of older gentlemen who were pit-stopping with their families asking us all types of questions about its speed, what a good-looking car it was, etc, etc... We just drove away laughing, baffled at the thought of how anyone could think this car was attractive in any sort of way. But it got me thinking about how well it really did handle, and how we didn't feel anything on the road at all. I was cruising at 95 and didn't bat an eyelash because it was so smooth.
Mom loves the car and now wants one. Dad encouraged the conversation saying she needed a new "Vegas car". Sis and I just kept saying how completely ugly it was, and how it was just a glorified station wagon.
On the drive home while creeping along in traffic, a couple of teenage boys drove up alongside yelling "That thing have a Hemi??" I answered no, but to be honest, I'm not entirely sure. I just didn't want to continue any further conversation about a car that was getting all this attention. I didn't understand it.
So we turned the Magnum in on Saturday morning and bid our farewells. It brought us home safely and smoothly and gave us a few laughs along the way. It's still really ugly, tho.
Bring on the job application. I'm ready to go.
This weekend, my sister and I got a kick out of the cars that were waiting in the parking lot to be rented, joking about how we would look driving to Vegas in this or that... We both noticed the Dodge Magnum and stated how ugly it was. So of course we picked it when they offered us an upgrade. We mostly cared about comfort and didn't care too much about how we looked in it, as long as it got us there and back.
Little did we plan on the kind of reaction it would inspire. At our stop in Baker, we got a couple of older gentlemen who were pit-stopping with their families asking us all types of questions about its speed, what a good-looking car it was, etc, etc... We just drove away laughing, baffled at the thought of how anyone could think this car was attractive in any sort of way. But it got me thinking about how well it really did handle, and how we didn't feel anything on the road at all. I was cruising at 95 and didn't bat an eyelash because it was so smooth.
Mom loves the car and now wants one. Dad encouraged the conversation saying she needed a new "Vegas car". Sis and I just kept saying how completely ugly it was, and how it was just a glorified station wagon.
On the drive home while creeping along in traffic, a couple of teenage boys drove up alongside yelling "That thing have a Hemi??" I answered no, but to be honest, I'm not entirely sure. I just didn't want to continue any further conversation about a car that was getting all this attention. I didn't understand it.
So we turned the Magnum in on Saturday morning and bid our farewells. It brought us home safely and smoothly and gave us a few laughs along the way. It's still really ugly, tho.
Bring on the job application. I'm ready to go.
Three for the road
I took a spontaneous trip to Vegas this weekend. My sister had some rare time off, so I went to keep her company as we visited the fam. Short trip: Thurs night to Sat morning. Quick trips like that are great because they still leave you time to recover before the week begins. But they are also exhausting. Good thing my last two trips out there have been a tad bit relaxing: visiting with family and old friends, going to the spa for some good hot tubbing and sauna action. Not to mention the massages. Good stuff.
Really glad to spend the time with my sister. She totally gets me, even if she doesn't get me at all. We can talk about anything, and we can absolutely crack each other up without really trying. We have the same giggle, which brings us hours of endless entertainment. If one starts, the other is sure to not be far behind causing those around us to stare in bewilderment about the two strange girls laughing about nothing. Yeah... we're dorks.
My sister has about 6 weeks left in her pregnancy, so much of my time this weekend was spent with my hands on her belly. The Thumb, as I've affectionetly named my soon-to-be-born nephew (don't ask), is destined to be an acrobat, or so my sister is convinced. He's a somersaulting freak, and loves to poke Auntie Holly back when she pokes him too much to ellicit some type of response. The fact that there's a human being inside my sister is a concept I'll never be able to wrap my brain around, I'm guessing. Great to get some sister time in until the little dude makes his debut.
Just hangin' out.
On the drive home, early Saturday morning. Killing time while stuck in dead stop traffic on the I-15. Classy gals, we are.
Really glad to spend the time with my sister. She totally gets me, even if she doesn't get me at all. We can talk about anything, and we can absolutely crack each other up without really trying. We have the same giggle, which brings us hours of endless entertainment. If one starts, the other is sure to not be far behind causing those around us to stare in bewilderment about the two strange girls laughing about nothing. Yeah... we're dorks.
My sister has about 6 weeks left in her pregnancy, so much of my time this weekend was spent with my hands on her belly. The Thumb, as I've affectionetly named my soon-to-be-born nephew (don't ask), is destined to be an acrobat, or so my sister is convinced. He's a somersaulting freak, and loves to poke Auntie Holly back when she pokes him too much to ellicit some type of response. The fact that there's a human being inside my sister is a concept I'll never be able to wrap my brain around, I'm guessing. Great to get some sister time in until the little dude makes his debut.
Just hangin' out.
On the drive home, early Saturday morning. Killing time while stuck in dead stop traffic on the I-15. Classy gals, we are.
Three for the road
I took a spontaneous trip to Vegas this weekend. My sister had some rare time off, so I went to keep her company as we visited the fam. Short trip: Thurs night to Sat morning. Quick trips like that are great because they still leave you time to recover before the week begins. But they are also exhausting. Good thing my last two trips out there have been a tad bit relaxing: visiting with family and old friends, going to the spa for some good hot tubbing and sauna action. Not to mention the massages. Good stuff.
Really glad to spend the time with my sister. She totally gets me, even if she doesn't get me at all. We can talk about anything, and we can absolutely crack each other up without really trying. We have the same giggle, which brings us hours of endless entertainment. If one starts, the other is sure to not be far behind causing those around us to stare in bewilderment about the two strange girls laughing about nothing. Yeah... we're dorks.
My sister has about 6 weeks left in her pregnancy, so much of my time this weekend was spent with my hands on her belly. The Thumb, as I've affectionetly named my soon-to-be-born nephew (don't ask), is destined to be an acrobat, or so my sister is convinced. He's a somersaulting freak, and loves to poke Auntie Holly back when she pokes him too much to ellicit some type of response. The fact that there's a human being inside my sister is a concept I'll never be able to wrap my brain around, I'm guessing. Great to get some sister time in until the little dude makes his debut.
Just hangin' out.
On the drive home, early Saturday morning. Killing time while stuck in dead stop traffic on the I-15. Classy gals, we are.
Really glad to spend the time with my sister. She totally gets me, even if she doesn't get me at all. We can talk about anything, and we can absolutely crack each other up without really trying. We have the same giggle, which brings us hours of endless entertainment. If one starts, the other is sure to not be far behind causing those around us to stare in bewilderment about the two strange girls laughing about nothing. Yeah... we're dorks.
My sister has about 6 weeks left in her pregnancy, so much of my time this weekend was spent with my hands on her belly. The Thumb, as I've affectionetly named my soon-to-be-born nephew (don't ask), is destined to be an acrobat, or so my sister is convinced. He's a somersaulting freak, and loves to poke Auntie Holly back when she pokes him too much to ellicit some type of response. The fact that there's a human being inside my sister is a concept I'll never be able to wrap my brain around, I'm guessing. Great to get some sister time in until the little dude makes his debut.
Just hangin' out.
On the drive home, early Saturday morning. Killing time while stuck in dead stop traffic on the I-15. Classy gals, we are.
Three for the road
I took a spontaneous trip to Vegas this weekend. My sister had some rare time off, so I went to keep her company as we visited the fam. Short trip: Thurs night to Sat morning. Quick trips like that are great because they still leave you time to recover before the week begins. But they are also exhausting. Good thing my last two trips out there have been a tad bit relaxing: visiting with family and old friends, going to the spa for some good hot tubbing and sauna action. Not to mention the massages. Good stuff.
Really glad to spend the time with my sister. She totally gets me, even if she doesn't get me at all. We can talk about anything, and we can absolutely crack each other up without really trying. We have the same giggle, which brings us hours of endless entertainment. If one starts, the other is sure to not be far behind causing those around us to stare in bewilderment about the two strange girls laughing about nothing. Yeah... we're dorks.
My sister has about 6 weeks left in her pregnancy, so much of my time this weekend was spent with my hands on her belly. The Thumb, as I've affectionetly named my soon-to-be-born nephew (don't ask), is destined to be an acrobat, or so my sister is convinced. He's a somersaulting freak, and loves to poke Auntie Holly back when she pokes him too much to ellicit some type of response. The fact that there's a human being inside my sister is a concept I'll never be able to wrap my brain around, I'm guessing. Great to get some sister time in until the little dude makes his debut.
Just hangin' out.
On the drive home, early Saturday morning. Killing time while stuck in dead stop traffic on the I-15. Classy gals, we are.
Really glad to spend the time with my sister. She totally gets me, even if she doesn't get me at all. We can talk about anything, and we can absolutely crack each other up without really trying. We have the same giggle, which brings us hours of endless entertainment. If one starts, the other is sure to not be far behind causing those around us to stare in bewilderment about the two strange girls laughing about nothing. Yeah... we're dorks.
My sister has about 6 weeks left in her pregnancy, so much of my time this weekend was spent with my hands on her belly. The Thumb, as I've affectionetly named my soon-to-be-born nephew (don't ask), is destined to be an acrobat, or so my sister is convinced. He's a somersaulting freak, and loves to poke Auntie Holly back when she pokes him too much to ellicit some type of response. The fact that there's a human being inside my sister is a concept I'll never be able to wrap my brain around, I'm guessing. Great to get some sister time in until the little dude makes his debut.
Just hangin' out.
On the drive home, early Saturday morning. Killing time while stuck in dead stop traffic on the I-15. Classy gals, we are.
Tuesday, October 05, 2004
On the road again
I learned two things on my drive to Vegas this weekend. First, is that snacks on a road trip are a definite must. I didn't bring anything with me, and the 5 hours of sleep I got on Thursday night was catching up to me at about hour 1.5 into the drive. I wasn't hungry, so I figured I'd be fine until I got there in time for lunch. Well... I was. Except that I was completely BORED the entire drive. I sang every song my iPod threw at me, but it was no defense against the inevitable sleepiness that overcame me at some point between Victorville and Barstow. I never stopped except to gas up in Victorville. My bladder impresses me sometimes. But I was tired. I took pics to help pass the time. Probably not the safest activity to while driving, but it was better than me falling asleep.
Speaking of gasing up, that brings me to the second thing I learned. That I was meant to drive a truck. Enterprise convinced me I was gonna need the extra power up I-15, so I should go with the Hemi. For $5 a day more, I agreed they were completely right. I loved driving it, and I think trucks have the ability to make anyone's hotness factor go up a few points. I know mine did.
We're definitely gonna need to go with the Hemi when H & H make the trek again in a few weeks.. just because we'll look so much cuter that way.
Speaking of gasing up, that brings me to the second thing I learned. That I was meant to drive a truck. Enterprise convinced me I was gonna need the extra power up I-15, so I should go with the Hemi. For $5 a day more, I agreed they were completely right. I loved driving it, and I think trucks have the ability to make anyone's hotness factor go up a few points. I know mine did.
We're definitely gonna need to go with the Hemi when H & H make the trek again in a few weeks.. just because we'll look so much cuter that way.
On the road again
I learned two things on my drive to Vegas this weekend. First, is that snacks on a road trip are a definite must. I didn't bring anything with me, and the 5 hours of sleep I got on Thursday night was catching up to me at about hour 1.5 into the drive. I wasn't hungry, so I figured I'd be fine until I got there in time for lunch. Well... I was. Except that I was completely BORED the entire drive. I sang every song my iPod threw at me, but it was no defense against the inevitable sleepiness that overcame me at some point between Victorville and Barstow. I never stopped except to gas up in Victorville. My bladder impresses me sometimes. But I was tired. I took pics to help pass the time. Probably not the safest activity to while driving, but it was better than me falling asleep.
Speaking of gasing up, that brings me to the second thing I learned. That I was meant to drive a truck. Enterprise convinced me I was gonna need the extra power up I-15, so I should go with the Hemi. For $5 a day more, I agreed they were completely right. I loved driving it, and I think trucks have the ability to make anyone's hotness factor go up a few points. I know mine did.
We're definitely gonna need to go with the Hemi when H & H make the trek again in a few weeks.. just because we'll look so much cuter that way.
Speaking of gasing up, that brings me to the second thing I learned. That I was meant to drive a truck. Enterprise convinced me I was gonna need the extra power up I-15, so I should go with the Hemi. For $5 a day more, I agreed they were completely right. I loved driving it, and I think trucks have the ability to make anyone's hotness factor go up a few points. I know mine did.
We're definitely gonna need to go with the Hemi when H & H make the trek again in a few weeks.. just because we'll look so much cuter that way.
On the road again
I learned two things on my drive to Vegas this weekend. First, is that snacks on a road trip are a definite must. I didn't bring anything with me, and the 5 hours of sleep I got on Thursday night was catching up to me at about hour 1.5 into the drive. I wasn't hungry, so I figured I'd be fine until I got there in time for lunch. Well... I was. Except that I was completely BORED the entire drive. I sang every song my iPod threw at me, but it was no defense against the inevitable sleepiness that overcame me at some point between Victorville and Barstow. I never stopped except to gas up in Victorville. My bladder impresses me sometimes. But I was tired. I took pics to help pass the time. Probably not the safest activity to while driving, but it was better than me falling asleep.
Speaking of gasing up, that brings me to the second thing I learned. That I was meant to drive a truck. Enterprise convinced me I was gonna need the extra power up I-15, so I should go with the Hemi. For $5 a day more, I agreed they were completely right. I loved driving it, and I think trucks have the ability to make anyone's hotness factor go up a few points. I know mine did.
We're definitely gonna need to go with the Hemi when H & H make the trek again in a few weeks.. just because we'll look so much cuter that way.
Speaking of gasing up, that brings me to the second thing I learned. That I was meant to drive a truck. Enterprise convinced me I was gonna need the extra power up I-15, so I should go with the Hemi. For $5 a day more, I agreed they were completely right. I loved driving it, and I think trucks have the ability to make anyone's hotness factor go up a few points. I know mine did.
We're definitely gonna need to go with the Hemi when H & H make the trek again in a few weeks.. just because we'll look so much cuter that way.
Follow Through
I listened to Gavin DeGraw's album today and was really impressed. I appreciate lyrics that are thoughtful, and I really dig the vibe he's got.
Another guy I just heard of is Shawn McDonald. Saw him play on Sunday night and I liked him so much I bought a t-shirt. I never buy t-shirts from bands. Ever. But I dug his music, and the shirt was pretty snazzy, too.
If you're in the mood, also check out Taylor Sorenson. I didn't buy his t-shirt, but I still dug his stuff.
Holly's two cents for today.
Another guy I just heard of is Shawn McDonald. Saw him play on Sunday night and I liked him so much I bought a t-shirt. I never buy t-shirts from bands. Ever. But I dug his music, and the shirt was pretty snazzy, too.
If you're in the mood, also check out Taylor Sorenson. I didn't buy his t-shirt, but I still dug his stuff.
Holly's two cents for today.
Follow Through
I listened to Gavin DeGraw's album today and was really impressed. I appreciate lyrics that are thoughtful, and I really dig the vibe he's got.
Another guy I just heard of is Shawn McDonald. Saw him play on Sunday night and I liked him so much I bought a t-shirt. I never buy t-shirts from bands. Ever. But I dug his music, and the shirt was pretty snazzy, too.
If you're in the mood, also check out Taylor Sorenson. I didn't buy his t-shirt, but I still dug his stuff.
Holly's two cents for today.
Another guy I just heard of is Shawn McDonald. Saw him play on Sunday night and I liked him so much I bought a t-shirt. I never buy t-shirts from bands. Ever. But I dug his music, and the shirt was pretty snazzy, too.
If you're in the mood, also check out Taylor Sorenson. I didn't buy his t-shirt, but I still dug his stuff.
Holly's two cents for today.
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