Wednesday, September 28, 2011

but i am le tired...

Some people are born morning people. 

Some people turn into morning people as they get older and get into daily routines which tend to be morning heavy (like say, getting a job).

Some people will never adjust. 

Can you guess which category I'm in?

It's nearly 11:30am and I still look like this:

Granted, that might be because last night I did this:
See how happy I look at 11:30 pm?
If you can't read my hand, it says 9:30. I spent last night at the 9:30 Club, seeing this guy:
Ok it's a little small, but that's the best picture I could get. It's been years (I'm talking like, 7-8 not 2-3) since I've been here, and last time I went to a concert they didn't allow cameras. Now, possibly thanks to advances in technology, they don't have that rule anymore. So I was stuck with phone photos. In case you can't tell, that's Matt Nathanson. 

I'll admit, when I bought the ticket a few months ago I didn't know much about him. I had one mix album of his that I inadvertently downloaded sometime back in college, which I loved.  After last night though, I think it's safe to say I'm a fan! As much as I love listening to CDs, there's nothing quite like listening to an artist perform live in all their glory and awesomeness. When they sound better live than they do recorded? That's just perfection. Matt certainly did not disappoint - he has incredible talent, and the mid-concert banter was hilarious. If he comes to your area, I'd highly recommend checking him out.

So anyway, the doors opened at 7. My friend and I got there around 8, and the opening act didn't start until 8:30. Matt came on around 9:30, and we got out of there at 11:30. Home at midnight, in bed at maybe midnight:01. This morning, I'm hurting.

Funny story from last night: after ticket scanning, you have to get your hand stamped once they check your ID to determine your eligibility to imbibe beverages of the alcoholic nature. The girl who was stamping hands works in my office. I didn't know this, so imagine my surprise when there she is sitting in front of me. We chatted for a few minutes before heading into the venue. I'm almost a little jealous that she gets paid to listen to concerts. Almost.

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

start of term turns me into stabby mcstabberson.

When I started working at my current job, which is on a university campus, the students were on summer break. Sure, there were some floating around for summer courses, but for the most part the place is a ghost town. Tumbleweeds and all (ok maybe just in my head, but all the same. Or not). Since I'm too lazy to look at the calendar I'm new to the place, I didn't know the semester was starting until I noticed a few differences on campus.

1. I can no longer park in the surface lot right outside my building because students park there illegaly and take the risk of tickets for what, convenience in getting to class? The campus takes like, 10 minutes to walk end to end. The garage on the other side of my building isn't so bad, except there's no way to exit near my building except walking down the ramp. This makes me mildly stabby, especially in heels, in the morning, before coffee.

2. The gym is absolutely packed right after work, full of freshman girls working hard (at least for the next two weeks) to avoid the freshman 50 15. Try all you want ladies, it's inevitable. Tonight I was lucky to find an open elliptical when I walked in, otherwise I would have had to do the stairs or recumbent bike. Yuck.

3. Students.are.everywhere. It took me at least twice as long to drive off campus tonight because no fewer than four students stepped into the road without looking first. I even had a stare down with the last one, some stick of a thing in heels (seriously, are you going to a bar at 5:30pm? Who are you trying to impress?). I was yelling at her from the confines of my vehicle and she gave me a "who do you think you are?" stare back. Just because your parents are paying gobs of money for you to come here for your (albeit fantastic) education, doesn't mean you're entitled to do what you want with no consequences. You're not Superman. You're lucky I pay attention, because you could have easily been hit. Stay on the freaking sidewalk, and look both ways before crossing the street (yes, even if it's on campus). This makes me the most stabby of all. And that's coming from someone who lives in the capital of people who don't give a crap and cross the road without looking, and without crosswalks (myself included (but only for the second bit)). 

I'm sure these factors will minimize in the next few weeks, once students start getting parking tickets and realize they don't actually have to go to all of their classes but could instead sleep a few extra hours. A girl can dream, right?

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

jetlag makes me lazy.

Ok, maybe it's not fair to blame it on the jetlag. But I'm going to anyway. I briefly thought about posting while on my European adventure, but I had no way of getting pictures from camera to iPad and I figured no one would want to read posts with no pictures, when I could just write one mother of a post when I got back. At this point in time, 24 hours after returning home, I still do not have pictures uploaded. Shame on me. I'd upload them all now, but I'm on my way out the door for Chester's graduation from puppy class, in which I think he learned roughly absolutely nothing except how to listen to our commands inside the room the class was held in. Yes, I just ended my sentence with a preposition.

Aren't you at least glad to know I made it home safe and sound? If you're not, can you just pretend to be, for my sake?

Stay tuned for parts 2a and 2b of 'vacation is sexy'. Someday. I promise.