so happy!!!! the date was sunday, june july 21, 2013. the location was surfrider beach, malibu. the attendees: ethan, sophia, ramsey, becky, and myself, as well as some random compas for a familial touch. what more is there to say? yaf was nervous as fuck, and syleste was surprised as all hell. she said yes! duh. 🙂 tears flowed, also duh. i might write more later. semi duh. oh god i suck right now. but yay yaffe and syleste!!!! ❤
oh boy. in summary, blue, bouncy house, pop, sprained knee. fml. but everyone had a great (and very drunken) time including me up until i turned into a pumpkin around 12am. thank god for uber although perhaps aaa would have been a better idea. happy birthday to ronx and me 🙂
pink martini makes me the happiest girl alive! well, when im at their concert swaying to their music not just randomly throughout any given day but that is very tangential sorry. let me begin anew.
this time the sugar child (me) took the sugar mama (syleste) out for a date aka sylestes first (and my second) time at the hollywood bowl! we attempted to count how many concerts weve been to together. the number so far is 10. and thats in the last 3 years. not bad. granted three were js and two were jayz. i sense a theme. of letters not musical styles. is this thing on? and by this thing i mean my ability to make sense and stay on point.
if youve never been to hollywood bowl, youre missin out! its just such a beautiful and neat venue. and when the suns going down and everythings changing colors, its magic. and if youve never heard pink martini, youre extra missing out. pink martini is like a mini orchestra based out of portland. super diverse, and they sing a lot of throwback tunes and in different languages with the accent etc to a muthafuckin t. i am re-inspired for the zillionth time to get back on my piano game. one of my dreams is to play in an orchestra. hahahha is it too late, kinda like how you cant try to plant the roots of becoming a ballerina over the age of 4?
so we got to our seats, popped open the wine juice boxes (i know, amazing) and started getting down on sylestes pasta salad which was amaaaze. we determined anywhere from 80-95% of people there were on the wine train. all aboard niggaz! la philharmonic opened with two songs, and stayed on to accompany pink martini.
shit its been days and now too much time has passed. ive lost the mojo for this entry. ummmmmm let me think. china forbes is their main singer, but they brought on another, storm large, since china was out with some throat issues for a while. both amazing. they had a few guest appearances including ari shapiro who was npr’s white house correspondent, and whom the ladies were oohing and aahing over. i personally was a big fan of his silver brocade jacket and his tan. awwww and then they had this 95 year old clarinetist who was making his debut performance at the hollywood bowl. he sure is still kickin! i hope i am doing shit at 95 years old other than dying or lying in a vegetative state. he was dope.
in conclusion, go see pink martini!!!!! i guarantee a happy time or your money back. depending on how much you paid for a ticket.
aka longest post ever.
1. first things first (i poppa). are you familiar with the phenomenon endearingly or not so endearingly known as “mommy mush brain”? basically, because youve all da sudden got mad shit to focus on such as your baby and caring for it, simpler things fall by the wayside like remembering peoples names or perhaps your own, you know general memory issues. i do believe, watson, that ive discovered through experiential learning a new phenomenon which i hereby pronounce (drumroll please) “travel tush bush.” ………… hahahahhhahah thats so stupid. and kind of perverted sounding right. anyway ill keep it, whatev! survey says it stays biotch. basically, since i all da sudden be traveling like a mofo and cant keep track of where the fuck i am or what time zone im in, when i finally land home-home, im a seriously hot mess, in desperate desperate need of unwinding (and a shower etc but whos counting) but unable to find adequate time to cater to this necessity, and completely incapable of looking or being non-nonsensical. case in point: somewhere in my uncomfortable last-row plane slumber, visions of in n out were dancing in my head. this is how my cravings appear. so on the way to work straight from lax, i get in n out. i get a number 3 with no onions and a vanilla shake, and an extra hamburger no onions just in case. just in case what you might ask? just in case i want to fucking eat more than one hamburger, duh. or maybe just in case i see a homeless person on the way to work and want to do a good deed. i scarf down my initial number 3 and am left with a few fries and a hamburger (and no homeless in sight oh well sorry maybe next time). i arrive at work’s parking lot and am faced with a quandary. …i dont want to keep this burger in my car because it will stink up the place and im not trying to get in my car and get hit with hot hamburger smell upon returning; i dont want to keep it in my car and leave the windows open cause im not trying to get my car stolen somehow (paranoia); i dont want to bring this to my office cause i wont eat it right away and i dont want it to stink up the place while im working; i dont wanna put it in the fridge cause duh talk about losing the integrity of the bun consistency (thats what she said). so i do the next best thing: i wrap the in n out box in napkins and place it on top of my trunk. not in the trunk. on top. and i hope for the best. 5 hours later, im hungry. this is when i realize how hilariously idiotic i am for having just left my fucking food on top of my car like theres some force field around it protecting it from the elements and the hungry wild ass squirrels that outnumber humans 3:1 on this campus. this, my friends, is travel tush bush. anyhoo, i go to get it and guess what? UNTOUCHED. booya. i ate that shit like a motherfucker and it was goooooood. ftw!
2. does anybody else use bread as a napkin? cause i just did that with the hamburger bun. ugh. and again we say: travel tush bush!
okay this is going to be the longest post ever as if it isnt already. my b.
stop 1: bristow, va (july 12)
i take a red-eye lax->iad thursday night. on united… i. fucking. HATE. UNITED!!!!!! motherfucker. okay i dont hate united when j hooks it up with first class. my hate is not that all-encompassing. mine hate doth not encompass that which douches do love. but southwest is ma shittttt. oh well. slept the entire way thank godddd. only sleep could have calmed my ass down to a normal human level of non-rage. anyhoo landed to rainnn rainnnnnnn (i was singing that part) at 7am! my dear cousin minerva picked me up and it was sooo nice to see her, i love her!!!! we went to her house, super mtv cribs style. her dog diamond, this little mini pinscher, is hilarz. yappy little thing and so hyper but soo cute. then we went to see tashaboo who is about one minute away, i love. reunion! of course we baked since we were awake. something about dubious poison. very dubious i do say! so many memories at that house on cavalier woods lane. you know one time we were playing hide n seek and i had this epic hiding spot in the bar in the basement, in a cabinet. i had to pee sooo bad but didnt wanna lose my spot. so i pissed myself. i wasnt even embarrassed. i guess i won/lost. i hope my future daughter has more sense than i at that age. anyway, at this point j was parked somewhere in bristow but was heading to promo at the hamilton in dc. we rolled up in that bitch why am i talking like this. we met him there and i love when my family meets j cause hes so sweet and lovey and happy and friendly and everyone just loves the shit out of him which duh cause whats not to love, i mean he is the best man ever after all. i gotta say its also nice for people to see us together for several reasons. 1) people get to see our loveydoviness in person not just listen to me yammering on about it making me feel like im making up a fake boyfriend, and 2) they get to experience his coolness for themselves, it is quite infectious and im not being biased. even gavin degraw said so. real crux of point 2 is: not gonna lie i was kind of irritable and by irritable i mean IRRITABLE, and for some reason significant others always suffer unnecessarily as a side effect, but hearing minerva and tasha “awwwww” and “i loveeeee himmmm” and “you guys are soooo cute” and “hes soooo niceeeee” made me re-realize i should stop with the bitchiness which in my defense was leftover from united (i hate you united).
so promo was cool, love dc, love just being IN dc. so much history!!! SO!! MUCH!!! HISTORY!!!!!! okay thats enough of that. parted with the cuzzos and went with j and all them in a shag carpeted molester van to bristow. i believe we were all knocked out must have been the softness upon our feets! lets see what else, soundcheck, yoga which was accompanied by a hardy looking bunch for an audience (train’s crew – all tatted and smoking cigarettes. interesting juxtaposition), then showtime! found neil loretta and the kids jacob ethan and ava and watched the show from the audience with them, brought the kids up on stage for ‘say hey’ about which neil kept saying “they will remember this forever!!!” haha. minerva trey and ethan showed up and we all hung backstage in the dressing room then watched train sidestage which was superb although you cant really hear shit cause its all charlie brown style you know what i mean. soooo happy j got to meet more of my family since fam+fam=fam. so good at math. loretta especially was like, ‘keep him!! he is so good with kids and so nice!!!’ 😉 also of note and not surprising is feedback i received from the band/crew of my family, namely that they were so sweet and so nice. duh! although maybe not necessarily duh since i can see how it may come as a shock given my occasional vulgarity and obnoxiousness. im still mostly sweet as pie though right? right????? and now some pics for your viewing pleasure before i go on and on and on..
stop 2: darien lake, ny (july 13)
first night back on the bus: complete. and boyyyyy did i sleep!! i believe it was about 11 hours. gangsta. soo coffin snuggle styles. i was a little apprehensive cause last time i was on the bus (almost a year ago) i was having some serious claustrophobic reactions but it was all gravytrain this time whee!! anyway woke up in darien lake new york which is near buffalo i guess? so crazy how everything stage-related is loaded and unloaded daily to and from a buttload of semis. well this was for train’s shit. sooooo much stuff. requires lots of people! its nuts. yet it gets done somehow. impressive. tried to get reading done which took me forevs to do. i think we kinda laid low this day until showtime. oo! lineup was gavin degraw, mfsh, then train. looooove gavin. this is when we hatched the idea to hook him and leah up which (spoiler alert) we need more time to make this one come to fruition. anyway we also failed at riding these roller coasters that were RIGHT NEXT DOOR ugh!!! fail!! oh yeah! so this night during js show i hung out with my new bff jerry who is guitar/keyboard for train. he is soooo hilarious. we were talking so much shit the entire show it was the best. i wish he were around for every show. but i guess he has other things to do. anyhoo watched train from soundboard area this time then wayyy back in the boondocks. so many people. at one point i had to pee and i was going to go in the public restrooms and j was all “dont do that, its so dirty in there” then he led us astray and i ended up popping a squat next to a fuckin portapotty anyway. thanks a lot boo! in solidarity he pissed on the other side of the potty but he has a weenie so its a lot easier than for me 😦 after train was done we took the afterparty to their dressing room and overtook that shiz dictator communism style but way more fun and less oppression. hilarious times, see pics below for reference. new bff jerry wins for most entertaining entertainer of the night. then we were off to the border to get into canada! but not before a stop at a flying j to pick up super unnecessary things and take pictures but no beer cause they didnt sell alcohol 😦
stop 3: toronto, ontario (july 14)
woke up sunday morning in toronto! actually let me backtrack. so after flying j it was about/aboot an hour to the border. we all had to wake up so customs could give us back our passports etc. this fool manas would not get up. hahahahhahah. so the customs guy just came to his bunk. canadians are so nice. you know if we were coming back into america they woulda found some way to ship his ass back to nigeria for being so difficult. anyhoodle. as i was saying, woke up in toronto to the sound of cars racing! big races going on by the lake that we were on. it was also hot as a motherfucker. loverbear and i went for a little walk since i was like “i want to take a walk” and since he gives me anything i ask for within reason and even sometimes without reason which is why i adore mi amor (color me badd what what). watched some of the races from up top. they go soooo fast!! and its so loud!!! i want!!!! i want to race!!!! pretty sure j will do anything to make sure i never race in real life so i had to settle for the arcade racing backstage, which was still fun although i drive way better in real life than in video games. ladida, more of the same.. soundcheckity, showtime, oh! this night j mikey and raliegh went up to sing with train and gavin for the last song. so cool! also, hilarious but at someones expense is that train uses a shiny black stage floor thing which looks amaze but also is conducive for slipperiness as evidenced by one of their crew eating shit by where j and i were standing side stage. whoops! blame the heat and the fucking smoke machines. i want a smoke machine wherever i go. whos my secretary, i need you to write this down and make it happen, thanks. anyway trumpet player brian hooked it up with mad knowledge with the 50mm lens. perfect since i am not a read-the-manual type gal much to j’s chagrin and berating whenever im all “i dont know how to fucking use this thing.” i took soooo many fucking pictures this night as if i didnt already the day before fml sorry. i laughed my ass off the entire weekend but this night i laughed the hardest. early night kinda so took the party to the bus where i took pics of everyone smoking weedles and michael dubbed one picture in particular “ganja murderers” which then prompted everyone to bust out with their best barrington levy inspired freestyles/rasta accompaniment or “noises” as i called it to which bulby was like hell no. maybe you had to be there but i was dying and a half. who is even going to read all of this (hi becks 🙂 and boodle?).
stop 4: grand rapids, mi (july 15)
this is the last stop, i promise. are you still with me? i am barely with me so props to you, dear reader, for hanging in there. woke up at some point shortly after knocking out to go through customs on the way back in to the states. i dont know about you all but authority figures put me at unease, hence my ‘fuck des police’ sweater i was wearing all weekend minus whenever we were gonna go through customs cause im a pussy teehee. manas woke up this time which is good cause maybe its just me but us customs seems not as nice as canadian customs eh? they asked us individually what our citizenship was even though they were holding our passports. trick question? i dunno. time waster? probably yes. whatev. anyway it took us forevvvvssss to get to grand rapids, so much so that i had my flight changed from 445pm to 616pm just in case. we were in some mutha fuckin traf-fic. and this is on like a two lane road. so no escaping for us! we were at the mercy of the road. anyhoo got to fredrick meijer gardens or something, in grand rapids. soooooo hot. i mean like SUPER HOT. midwest heat aint no joke!! yuck. i digress. the gardens, from what i saw, were beautiful! wish i coulda had more time to explore! well, more time and cooler weather. they had a runner drive me to the airport which was about 15 minutes away. checked in, then got notice that my flight was delayed an hour. which was not good because my layover in houston was an hour. and my flight from houston to la was the last one out. sooo i stayed one more day! i wasnt ready to leave anyway 🙂 back to the venue i went where i happily reunited with loverbear. did some yoga outside of the bus and tried to ignore the flying annoyances attacking us all the while. dude for real i mean it was HOT. surely there was not one person in that damn state that was not sweating ballsacks. got to meet js bff cathy. i always love meeting js people from back in the day non music related, no offense to those who are music related but you know. just different. liken it, if you will, to j meeting people of mine who knew me before i transitioned to female. haahhahahaah. blah blah, so we were happy we got one last night to snugglefest. drove into chicago where i made the layover part of my flight (i was supposed to fly 555am from grand rapids with a stopover in chicago until 8) but i just went to chicago obvs and they had cancelled my reservation but i had a ticket in hand so fuck em. fuck em all!!!! fuck united. full circle biotches.
in conclusion:
i laughed SO motherfucking hard this weekend and had such a wonderful time with my lover, getting to see my family and good times with spearhead fam on the bus, traveling around like the circus of misfits and ganja murderaz that they/we are. the little snippets of tour bus life that i get are fascination nation to me. but overall great vibes, super family-like. id give this run an A+ not that anyone gives a flying shiitake. on the reals, i am so grateful for unique adventures and amazing memories with the love of my life. feeling very blessed!! i knew itd get better once i got to heading out of my 20s. 20s, you sucked! oh crap i still have a year left. i take it back. lubadubdub til the next time bubs!
wedding #2 of wedding season 2013: success!
robin and lauren were hitched at eden gardens in moorpark (who knew this place was there!) on a warm southern california afternoon. it kinda had a disneyland/theme park feel (without the cheesiness), you know how theres a ton of plantage (not a word. fine, foliage) where you dont expect it to be. bodies of water, curvy walkways, white peacocks, fountains n greeeeeeen plantaaaggeeee so much greeeen(e). loved the opening music. lotsa ray charles, jack johnson shiz goin on and i love me some ray charles n jj!
sweet n short ceremony, free drinks so you know we were all partaking of the booze celebration bitches style. great food, fun times, dancey pants, good company! nice that robin and lauren seemed super chill and not stressed and that robin had time to hang out with us cause you know usually the bride/groom/both are overwhelmed and doing their own thing and you totally get it but at the same time fill in the blank. wow im so fucking eloquent today. my left earring hole hurts, sue me. shit is distracting then a motherfucker. ill shut up now, here are pics! ps, wedpics is the best/worst (more best than worst) idea of all weddingtimes. its an app thats basically like a private instagram for wedding guests, oh man. they had a photo scavenger hunt to get us to take pics to add to their album, which totally worked. if you were wondering why there are so many pictures of selfies in action down there, wedpics is your answer. basically this was sylestes one and only foray into social media, and a sure reminder of why i quit that shit because i was nonstopppppp i mean it was out of hand for all of us. welp, thats all she wrote! ttfn!
because i am a glutton for equal parts exhaustion and love (well, more love than exhaustion), i accepted a self imposed mission to surprise the boodlie for his red rocks show in colorado. this was straight off my canada beyonce run = an average of 3.5 hours of sleep a night fml fml!!!! good thing this surprise was only two days in the making cause i prob would have spilled el frijoles had it been longer. i figgered its their biggest show of the year (10,000 people sold out crowd whattt!!) and everyone and they mamas and girlfriends were going, not to mention ill justify any cause to see the boodle soooo fill in the blank! i initially wasnt gonna attend cause of my stupid (yet very informative and intriguing) summer class but fuck that shit and i do mean fuck that shit!! i do what i want.
anyway. woke up 4am to catch my 6am flight. intended to sleep the whole 2 hours but ended up talking to this nice lady next to me the. entire. time. including but not limited to exchanging hemorrhoid cream (for eye bags not for poop hole bags) and zit gel. she and her husband were headed to cancun this is so irrelevant. oh! come on with the coincidences, her husbands name is jay but really jason but nobody calls him that except for his mama and like three other childhood people whattttt see. anyway landed at 915, was meaning to catch j at the hotel but he had to leave for the venue at freaking 930 am even though their show wasnt until 930 pm, crazytown!! which shows how much work they had to do to prep eh. met sara at the hotel, then hitched a ride to the venue where team surprise mothafucka went down. i totes had butterflies and nervies about it! ive never surprised anybody before! so im glad i popped my surprise cherry on js face. ;D i was so nervous he would spot me before i got a chance to surprise which i guess would have still been a surprise, not like i had an elaborate ass plan anyway. hid in mikeys dressing room bathroom, he called j in to talk set list shit, and when he came in i appeared and la di da he was surprised and we kissyfaced and loved on each other and all was right in the world!
and j had to go right back to work, so right back to work he went! they had a yoga thing going on at 1130 or somethin, so i watched that. he and mikey played for 2000 (!!!) yogis. so rad. good god, yoga hoes love them some j bowman. i cant blame them but i can hope that they dont touch him inappropriately cause i will bust a cap or at least cry about it. didnt practice since i was lacking a mat so ade ash cap mustafa and i heeded some fools advice and explored this cave which turned out to be like the most unimpressive thing in the world. but it only wasted around 7 minutes so not much was lost there. picked up a tambourine and worked it cause as i said, i do what i want. yoga thing ended then i went to take me a motherfucking hour napski in the dressing room which i suppose was better than nothing. watched soundcheck, tried to nap again but failed, had girlie time with urana, saw j occasionally for a kiss and a declaration of love, then hours later, show time! but not before trying to hide my exhaustion with lots of makeup (thank god for makeup), and opening act ethan was interrupted by a lightning warning for about a half hour. it poured for a short while and luckily didnt end up raining during js show but it was windy as a motherfucker at some points.
didnt watch from the audience even though it probably would have been best to since the venue is so amaze. instead i watched from side stage and also down in the dressing room and cafeteria where the tvs were playing so that was nice! all the fuss without the muss you dig? er, strike that reverse it. drank probably too much white wine, had a great talk with anita, surprise bombarded j with a kiss at one point on stage (other people were on stage, i wasnt being a psycho about it) and he thought it was some random ho then realized it was me which is hilarious and also nice to know firsthand that he would not allow a random to mack on him. meet n greet after the show, saw famalamz n my sissypoo andrea, knocked out at some point, barely made it to the fucking hotel cause i am a shit show, knocked the fuck OUT. woke up, airport, work, home, its hot, im dying and need a shower and some sleep. the end! and again cant wait to see loverbear! im sure im forgetting shit but here are pictures ttfn! xo
ps oh my god i forgot this lady comes every year to red rocks and makes these egg rolls and sandwiches to eat before the show. holy eggroll soooooo amaze. the best flavors are hoppin john and cabbage miso. or maybe those are the only flavors, im not sure. seriously unbelievable you would die. i was craving them so hard when we were leaving the venue in my drunken/exhausted stupor but all gone fml! ugh my mom is watching ps i love you which is so depressing at some points. oh god i dont ever want my future spouse to die. well hows that for an ending! ttfn for realz! oh wait pps i forgot to steal the skull scarf that was used to line the bread basket fml again!!! ugh. also everyone looked dope in their outfits. yes this is getting random now okay im really done. in conclusion, red rocks rocks and im so proud of all the blood sweat tears effort etc my loverbear puts into his work. i admire him so. mush mush mush etc happy 4th of july! go america
beyonce is the fucking queen of life.
syleste aka my sugar mama took me to see beyonce last night. straight from canada to lax to staples center i went! i almost cried, she is sooooooo fucking amazing. i cant get over it. who doesnt want to be her! she is so amaze, her voice, her dancing, her body, her hair, i could die about it. i love how her entire band is female. those women make music so sexay without being slutfest. jayz wasnt playing when he said she is the best performer in the world or whatever he said. well i really dont have much else to say except i love beyonce she is the best thing in the universe right now, fire, everything!!! basically im still on a beyonce high. i die. the end.
a weekend in canada eh! oh do you remember when snl was at its peak (ie cheri oteri, ana gasteyer, molly shannon etc) and ana gasteyer did this spot-on celine dion skit? that skit, though hilarz, made me so uncomfortable what with her mannish mannerisms and in your face canadianness eh. fortunately ive found that its pretty much just celine dion that is like that. i mean i dont know personally but im glad that canadians in real life arent as scary as represented by ana gasteyer’s impression. although i have only been as far east as saskatchewan so i cant speak for toronto or ontario or montreal (i think those are all east coast too lazy to google maps it) but i will be in toronto next saturday so ill let ya know! really all they do differently is say “eh?” or “hey?” at the end of sentences (which duh i did all freaking weekend) and “soory” instead of “sorry” but thats not as interesting or fun as the “eh/hey?”
k anywayz.
friday.
i got in to saskatoon late friday night and headed to the delta bessborough which looks like a castle and may or may not have actually been one (im guessing not). after trying to weasel my way into a room sounding like a real groupie slut (i had to check in to michaels room–no we did not have a sleepover, he was staying at saras–since j wasnt due in until saturday afternoon and also ask to switch over to js room in the morning–see i told you, groupie slut, i get around! not.), i got in to the room and watched dreamgirls cause well, i love beyonce even though she cant act worth a damn. no offense beyonce i love you youre the queen of life. oh, also love that its still light out until like 1030pm! wheeee i dont know why i love that so much. sun rises early as a mofo though which is where very thick drapes come in handy.
saturday.
woke up and chilled the fuck out, then sara and mike picked me up to head over to the farmers market for some grubadubs. i rode on the back of mikes bike side saddle holding on for dear life like a little koala bear. grubbed, rented some bikes, one for me, and one for j which mikey somehow got back to the hotel, it was very impressive. saw my loverbear!!!! lets see what did we do. i think we chilled for a sec then went to eat mexican with sara mikey and some other peepz. had some drinkies. fuck my memory. hmmmm. oh yeah im totally a bike riding biotch now. i dont like to go too fast though you know how it is. scary is how it is if you were wondering. oh okay i remember now. we watched a little bit of the free show for saskatoon jazz fest which is why we were in saskatoon in the first place. did the punjabi fist pump which yes sounds ridiculous. later saturday night we went to the bassment where we listened to jazz. ……………. oh jazz. so discordant. 10 lbs of shit in a 5 lb bag you know what im sayin! not all jazz but christ almight, its like schizo tourettes going on. also reminds me of the cosby show opening credits where bill cosby is dancing and makes his pudding pop face. so there is one redeeming quality cause who doesnt love bill cosby, i mean really. j and em went up for a little impromptu sesh then we went back to the hotel where i probably just passed out.
sunday.
woke up and biked to yoga in the park where i fell on my face and got a cool scratch near my left eye cause im an idiot. back to the farmers market to get me a pizza because you know when i have cravings they better be fulfilled or you wont hear the end of it and we will just end up hating each other. j then had soundcheck which i got to watch from our room since their show was set in the bess gardens which is in the hotel backyard essentially. moseyed on down to harass him then the band headed to the gazebo along the water down the river a bit for a little free jam session. i was on the shakers, yeah thats right, im in a band biotch. well not really. i just fake it til i make it which will be in… oh somewhere around never. started getting bitten by mosquitoes at this point so that was fun. headed back for nappy time before getting ready for the show! you bet your sweet ass i got a nap in. got ready while j got us food and took too long (not his fault, they take 17 minutes to make a cheeseburger, a fact which they conveniently didnt inform him of until after he ordered it) and by the time he came back i was all, why the fuck did you take so long im fucking hungry fool. (sorry boo i love you so much and thank you for my cheeseburger i love you). went to “preparty” in michaels suite which really was like babies r us. no joke, babies everywhere. j says its because they dont have shit else to do in the winter time besides bone. i guess. so thats the kind of prepartying that was going on. umm went on down to the stage area so j can set up shop. saw bug spray, didnt use it, big mistake. ended up putting some on like second to last song which was too late as evidenced by my now tumor-size bites. i hope im not dying, i dont feel sick but if i drop dead, well it was really nice knowing you all. so i always stay side stage during js shows because 1) i hate watching from the audience when i could be like 5 feet from j not to mention i am antisocial and dont like feeling stuck in crowds, 2) free beer backstage, 3) more free beer, 4) we do a lot of shittalking which makes the show even better. anyway my point was that since im next to js amps i can pretty much only hear js guitar, and boy does he sound soooo good!!!!!! i cant believe thats this fools job is to play the guitar hahahaha like whattttt. what an asshole. just kidding hes the best. anyway found a fun mustache which you can see a pic of down there. blah blah blah and im at work supposed to be a) working and b) writing a paper or c) reading for class tonight. but im exhausted and delirious and i need a drink and by drink i mean WATER only and probably some tacos. anyway thats all i got to say about that, eh! xo
nomad'z land 