So I went to the Van Halen concert a couple weeks ago, made even better by the fact that we were in suites with all the liquor we could drink. Free. David Lee Roth is a strange bird. You can just see the madness in his face, well that and the weed, and he got VERY philosophical, talking about dogs and other stuff that had nothing to do with being Hot For Teacher or Panama. Despite that little segue, it was a blast. And we almost got out of there with no drama.
Almost.
Even though we had VIP parking, it was still a madhouse trying to get out because nobody was letting the Honey Badger back out. So my friend, being the man of action that he is, got out and stood in front of the vehicles behind us. Embarrassing? Yes. Funny? Hell yes. So the suburban he was blocking, when I was finally able to move, the lady in the passenger seat starts yelling at me about how she was going to let me out and that it was such bullshit what he was doing. I apologized and we were screaming at W to get back in the car, but he kept standing there.
So what's the problem? When I'm clearly trying to diffuse the situation and you continue to yell at me instead of the dude causing the trouble, then we have a problem. She told me she had my tag and she was going to tell security. Tell them what?? That nobody was letting us out so we took perhaps extreme measures? I wish a bitch would.
Why are people like that? For all they know, I could have a blade under my seat and go all schizoid. I mean, obviously me and my friends are a bit off if we're using another friend as a human shield against cars.
Sunday Funday turned into Escape From Dallas since Italy was losing the Euro2012 to Spain. As soon as the score went up to 2-0, I knew it was time to hightail it out of there. I did a well check the following day to make sure no lives had been hurt, but if they had been, did he need an alibi.
I got my pack of my cigarettes last night and drenched them in water and threw them away. Seven bucks down the drain. And BOOM, like that...I'm not smoking ciggies anymore. I have a hard time giving up a lot of my addictions, but cigarettes have always been the easiest. I think I'm attracted to the smoke more than the taste. Some of y'all might relate to that.
I'm listening to Radiohead in my studio. Thom York puts everything right in the world. Him and Tori and Bjork and Flo and Portishead. Especially if my mind's a little clogged with the "others". I listen to music ALL day long. And usually very loud. I was talking to a friend and she says she does the same thing to shut out all the noise in her head. Nice to know I'm not the only one, LoL. Hey, sometimes the meds don't work and Courtney has to find her own way to have a little quiet.
Oooooh!!!! So, the crackberry finally torched itself and I am now the owner of an Iphone4 that I got for $50. How you say? I have no clue. Maybe my natural charisma. Like my hair's naturally natural. Anyways, it's pretty cool. I'm not obsessed with it like some others (my sister). And even though I repel technology, so far I haven't had any problems. The only thing I hate is the stupid autocorrect and it thinking it knows what I'm trying to spell. I have my own way of speaking, so please Apple...stop trying to CHANGE ME. Hahahaha. I kid, I kid. Although my deformed thumb doesn't help me with the touchpad screen. It's very frustrating.
Saw "Magic Mike" Friday night with my sister and a couple of her mommy friends. For the love of Zeus...I'm not a Channing Tatum fan, but every other man in there was HOT HOT HOT like the Cure song. And it was actually quite funny and good. I have a feeling a lot of men got the shit banged out of them after it came out, and that's all I'll say on that. Matthew McConaugnhey doesn't age, and if you ever wondered what happened to him after he was Dazed and Confused, you'll definitely find out.
That's all she wrote my fine, furry friends. Stay Classy.
