Summer 2012 Concert plans and other musical ramblings

The other day I bought tickets  for all four of us to attend our first concert as a family, the band of choice Cake!

As parents, Babu and I learned quickly that if we didn’t  want to go insane listening to another Dora or Diego song  a musical education for our children was in order.  So far they have been educated on Cake, 311, Presidents of the United States of America, Alkaline Trio, Linkin Park and  others.    As they have gotten older we have discovered that a lot of rockers from the 90’s are putting out kid music because they have kids of their own now.  Agent 23 Skidoo and Casper Baby Pants come to mind.     MinieMe is 9 now, so I have to find ways to enjoy and/or tolerate  boy bands and  bubble gum teen pop/bop as well.   We try to strike a balance in our household so no one is musically unhappy.

It’s summer so that means concert season, I have plans for:

  1. Rock of Ages Tour: Def Leppard and Poison on the lawn at our outdoor venue with my girls. Can’t wait.
  2. Big Time Rush: I’m taking MiniMe and a lot of other mom’s and daughters will be joining us.   I’m excited to take her to her first on the lawn concert but absolutely heart broken that I will be missing Florence and the Machine on a smaller lawn venue the exact same night.  I cannot pawn this concert off on Babu as he and The Destroyer will be at a wedding.  So I had to cinch up my Mommy BGP and just get over  it.  The things we do for love. Maybe  Florence will be somewhere else within driving distance shortly before or after, I may have to look into this.  While we are on the topic of shows I am bummed to miss, Fun! is coming here next week. Not only was it sold out by the time I figured it out, but also I will be up north for work working 12+ hour shifts in a command center for a big go-live.
  3. Cake:  It’s roughly my 4th time seeing them and taking the kids will be so much fun, I really can’t wait to introduce them to the very grumpy lead singer. Then they can see how rock stars really act.
  4. 311:  Babu says he is buying these tickets for the whole family including his  sister, but there may be a conflict with the kids school  ice cream social event and I am betting they choose the ice cream social. I’ll take them and he and his sister can go to 311  if that happens.
  5. Linkin Park and Incubus: I almost peed my pants while squealing and jumping up and down when this concert was announced. It was the best thing I could remember happening in years!  It made my whole day, week, month. I’m still super excited about it.   I’ve seen Incubus twice but never LP and the two of them together just blows my mind.  I’m one of those weirdo’s with a set list started  for songs to play at my funeral and both bands have songs on it.  I sprung for pricey pavilion seats for Babu and I.   I bought them on pre-sale asap through the LP web site, fan club offerings.  Turns out the concert is the SAME DAY as the Chicago Rock and Roll Half Marathon I will be running at 6:30am.  The concert is at 7:30 pm, it’s going to be a very long day,  but the hotel room for the half is already booked and is non-refundable. We will  already be losing our $$ for Sunday night, as we won’t be doing the relax after the half and enjoy a nice dinner out after all, we will be driving 4 hours back down I-65 to attend the show.  This is  a fine indication of the state of fracture my brain has been in recently. I total scheduling fubar.  But, I think I had a Rock N Roll bib before the concert was announced, so we would of likely been squeezing both into our schedule anyway,  I’m  crazy,stupid, adventurous like that.
  6. AWOLNATION, on pre-sale as we speak and I’m wasting time writing this when I should be buying tickets darnit.

I wanted to see The Killers, but they aren’t coming anywhere near me. I keep hoping for a Blink 182 tour in support of their newest album. We already saw Mike Doughty and even though I’ve seen him 3 times now, I don’t need to see him again until he gets the Soul Coughing chip off his soul, does the work to properly heal and gets the hell back out there to play some of the songs that made him who he is.   Currently he is too poisoned from the experience and has sworn off playing any and all Soul Coughing songs.  I can respect his journey, but I’m not spending anymore of my time or money on Mike until he works that out.   If he doesn’t, shrugs, I have my  itunes library of Soul Coughing songs to get me by.  Best of luck buddy.

I’m sure there will be others if time and money allow. Rock On Lovies!

The Dan Andriano Adventure aka How to spend $500 on a $14 ticket

So I’ve written previously about my love affair with Alkaline Trio, Dan Adriano’s voice and songs specifically and how he was coming to Chicago on the 24th of September and I wanted to go.  Originally I was all stoked because I thought it was in the get my boobs out and ride a jaguar bar, alas I was mistaken.. It was simply at Bottom Lounge and the ticket cost all of $14. Dan is touring in support of his Dan Andriano in the Emergency Room  Hurricane solo debut. Which is fabulous because it is all Dan all the time.   And also fabulous because maybe, just maybe, just mayyyybeeeeee he’d play something anything at ALL from This Addiction.   I’ll rip the band aid right off you now and tell you he did NOT in fact play a damn thing off that album.   Sigh… one of these days I will win the lottery and bring those dudes to a local venue and make them play that album for me and a few hundred friends.

Bottom  Lounge is a 4 hour drive away.  Which means that in order to attend this event I have to in order of preference…. a-find an overnight sitter so The Husband and I can both go b-find a friend who can stay overnight and pickup the hotel c- drive up and back with a friend d- drive up and spend the night by myself and get some shopping in e- drive up and back by myself .  I think all of those situations had been in play multiple times before I had finally given up on Friday that I was not going to make it to the show.    Saturday morning I woke up  ready for a weekend of absolutely NOTHING.   The whole weekend lay before me like a beautiful blank canvas of possibility. Oh the projects I could  finish, or start, or plan to start. The book I could lounge and read, the garden I could putter in. The possibilities were endless.   I lounged in bed with The husband snuggling and such until well after 9:30.  I came down after a shower for a yummy breakfast sandwich.  As I stood at the island eating,  reading the  paper  and chatting with the love of my life about missing the concert later he says to me.

“I’ve got an idea but it’s crazy”

Right away I know where this is going, and it’s likely going to be spontaneous, a tad chaotic and expensive.  Now we aren’t made of money, but you don’t need to have much money to sometimes have more money than sense.

“What is it?”

“Why don’t we all go up there and  take the kids someplace and  I’ll stay in the room and watch the kids while you go to the concert”

At this point is is 10:30AM EST, the concert starts at 7:30PM CST and the doors open at 6:30PM CST.  I munch my egg sandwich thoughtfully.

Then we enter into the period known as discussion.  It basically goes like this and lasts another 30-45 minutes because the conversation goes in spurts and we each move about the house doing whatever else is it we need to do on Saturday morning.

“That is bat shit crazy talk”

“Can we make it happen?”

“Let’s try to make it happen”

This is where Mommy gets to play make the magic happen.  Disney doesn’t have a damn thing on me.  I play this game all the time at work, it’s my job. I used to do this all the time pre AD.  The major difference between then and now is now I get help making that magic happen at home. The Husband solved the Nanny, the kid packing and the Lexus oil change, while I handled the budget, the tickets,  the hotel and the dog coverage.

3 hours later we are all in the Lexus (I guess I could just call it the car now since  I sold the Mazda for $1200 I’ve already spent and good bottle of vodka I am likely to never see)  and headed to Chi town.  The plan morphed several times since inception but landed on.

Drive the kids up to Chicago, let them swim in a pool for 30 minutes, ditch them with a Nanny service for the evening while we go to the concert and have a nice evening out.  We arrive at the hotel room at 4:45 CST.  The Nanny comes at 6:00 and we head down to catch a cab to  Bottom Lounge where we are going to eat and watch the show. This was the very first trip our kids have been on with us that was NOT all about something for them.  They have been to both Disneys, the one in Florida multiple times. They have been to water parks and coaster parks and Lego parks.   They have been to Zoo’s and Children’s Museums and  rainy crowded festivals with people in character costumes.   But they have never been told go pack your stuff and the most exciting thing you can hope for is a hotel pool and a nanny.   Turns out this is pretty exciting for them after all. They really got a kick out of seeing the windmill farms and the city skyline and the very very crowded streets.  They thought it was super cool to have Nanny C come and take them to dinner on a little adventure of their own, bring them back to watch a movie in their big hotel bed and fall asleep.   Gas $60  Tickets $38 Hotel $150 Parking $35  Nanny+ dinner for kids $190  Dinner and drinks for Mommy and Daddy…well you get the picture.

Now  I should take a step back here and let you in on a little secret. I can’t deal with too much chaos for too long without needing some way to let all the anxiety is causes me out.   Bat shit crazy spur of the moment ideas almost always end up in me needed to shed some emotions at some point in time, especially if they have lots of moving parts and things to consider and cover, which they always do.   I thrive on the excitement in some ways, I like delivering under pressure, but pressure is a funny thing. It has to be released or it builds too high and causes issues.   This blog has chronicled many ways in which I  shed emotions and hormones, but we haven’t gotten to  one.

Having  a good/spar/spat/fight with your spouse.   All of this stress finally comes to a head  as we enter the cab and discover it is NOT a credit card cab.  YES, I KNOW by city code they are all required by law to take the credit cards. Someone needs to tell them that is all I’m saying.  This is really no issue though b/c the driver tells me it’s less than $10 where we are going.  Great I say and I tell The Husband.  Who informs me he has about $5.  I absolutely lose my shit because I had just asked him upstairs if I needed to bring cash ( I had plenty)  in my jeans and he said no so I brought a $20 bill and that was it.   I was expecting YOU to take care of the cabs I snarl.  Remember our finances still remain separate.

Now let’s step out of the heat of battle for a moment and analyze this.  We have our tickets, the venue takes cards, there is likely the ability to find an ATM and get cash one we get there should we have to. There is plenty of cash in that cab between the two of us that this doesn’t have to be a big deal. Oh but it is…….

It’s a big deal because this is an easy and old stress fight to fall  back on.  This particular flavor of adventure stress is like in the top 5 of Lola and The Husband repeatable go to arguments and spats.   We go through the motions, he escalates , I spit back. He spits I snarl back.   This is the first couple of minutes of the cab ride also so the driver gets to be in on the joy and I’m trying to get my stupid seat belt buckled and the clip is acting like I’m trying to take it’s anal virginity without asking first or lube.  I fling it back towards the door and it makes a really loud clank on the window.   Now there is only  silence in the cab.

“What’s that?”

“Seat belt wouldn’t stick”

“You crack window?”

” Nope not even close, it’s really strong”  is about the best I can muster to move us all along to another subject

Great, now I’ve pissed off another cab driver here.  I’m going to get a rep.

Then a take a moment and start to look around this cab I’m at the cooling off period of my fight in.    It has all the required signs about taking visa etc. the license all that.   But this dude has his groceries in the back seat behind my head and all over the lining in front and above my head at these push pins, with pictures of people and stuff.   Including a couple of hand written signs pinned OVER the regulation stuff that say things like  I don’t REALLY take credit cards and this is an independent cab.

This cab cab looks like the inside of PJ’s probable secret room off/under the garage is what I’m saying.   And I don’t mean in an “I am Batman” way. I start to have a moment of panic, this dude is mad and he’s totally going to take us to an abandoned building and rape and kill us.    And then the universe provides me with a perfect opportunity, another cab cuts us off in traffic.

“He didn’t even signal before he cut you off did he?”

This opens up dialog for all of us to go on about what a noob d-bag the OTHER cab driver is and we safely arrive at our destination without anal raping or murder. The Husband pays the guys with my $20 and we both unspokenly know the fight is over and forgotten.  This is how it works in long term relationships, fights can sometimes just be fights and nothing more.   It’s been a while since we were in a place where a fight can just be a fight, and it feels glorious.

We  check in and get wrist bands, get seated and have amazing yummy dinner.  No kidding the menu here is awesome and I’d like to go back just to try some more things on it.   I settle for the Brie and beer onion burger and tater tots.  The Husband gets Stilton and bacon burger and onion rings.  I’m drinking vanilla vodka and diet cokes, my fall drink. He is hitting the beers.  We eat and go in for the last half or so of Elway, who was awesome. Followed by Dave Hause who was amazingly awesome.  Both new bands for me and both must haves.   I walk in and walk right to to whatever open spot I like in the middle and my body guard/husband follows me.    By the time Dan is on I’m literally feet away from him and the music.  Dan did an amazing job but I made zero new friends because the little chatty d-bags next to me didn’t like it when the tall girl told them to STFU.

Dude had a Finch T on,  so I tried to let it go for a bit, but I made magic happen to get there and I didn’t talk through HIS guy.   The Husband says he didn’t even worry,  my eyes cleared both their heads and I don’t play when I’m pissed.  The made do with texting about what a cuntress I was for the rest of the silence.  Evil grin.

The set was great, I am learning to appreciate the lyrics of a lot of Dan’s songs on a deeper level the more I hear them. And while at a live show I tend to listen  more intently than say in the car while driving or while writing.  I mean it when I say that man’s voice is like salve to my soul. I’m a tiny little bit in love with him in a non creepy way of course.

It was sadly an all ages show and had to end at  ten.  It was also sad because we could of brought the kids and they would of loved it, though it would of been far less enjoyable for the two of us.    MiniMe and The Destroyer have been getting a real music education since Mommy decided listening to her music was better than radio Disney any day. I had to deal as a kid, they can too.  We stuck around for a a a bit and then walked for a bit and then caught a cab back to  Nanny C and the sleeping children.   Yesterday morning we got up and drove home in mostly rain.   I am still catching up but it was all worth it.  Now If I can just figure out how to get him to sing me some things off of  This Addiction…..

An aligment of the universe; Incubus in the pavilion

Have you ever had one of those adventures that was amazing not because of anything it particular that happened, but because it was a freak occurrence of proper universe alignment that made it all happen in the first place? One of those nights that starts out as a maybe, a do I want to, should I and ends up at this was SOOOOOO meant to be thank you GOD!!!.  This was me last night, at my first concert alone, Incubus!

The Universe

Things working against the universe:

I’ve been a concert freak this year already: If we go this is concert #9, the gild is starting to fall off the Lilly on my sordid affair with live shows this year.  I’m not quite to GW half life level yet, but the staggering amount of money spent of shows, sitters, hotels and alcohol is starting to get to me with Birthdays and Holidays coming on the horizon. Plus The Husband and I saw them in 08.  So it’s not like I haven’t crossed them off the list.

Incubus 2011

  1. Jimmy  Eat World
  2. Cake
  3. Motley Crue
  4. Alkaline Trio
  5. Alkaline Trio yep twice in two nights
  6. Journey, Foreigner, Night Ranger
  7. Train, Maroon 5
  8. Kid Rock, Sheryl Crow
  9. Incubus
  10. Jack’s  Mannequin is next

I’m overscheduled:  I originally thought the date of the concert was next Tuesday. Not only is this a school night, it is also a group run night, and I am going to the Jack’s Mannequin concert on Monday.

The potential for disappointment is high: Cake and Incubus are both bands that The Husband and I love.  Both released new albums this year and both were personally disappointing to The Husband.  Cake was a phone in C- level effort for me, the Incubus I found a few songs I absolutely loved on, but it wasn’t as exciting as I’d hoped for.  I am still slightly tainted by the disappointment that Alkaline Trio didn’t play anything from This Addiction.

There was waffling between The Husband and me over this concert. Our finances remain separate after reconciliation ( I  love it this way) and though the Incubus discussion had occurred several times, no one was running to empty their bank account further for two tickets or get a sitter or figure out the crazy scheduling that would be required to make this concert happen on a school and run night.  It quite frankly was looking like it was not meant to be.

The emotional crux of the situation:

But for some reason I hadn’t ruled it out in my heart yet.  I think I like Incubus a little better than The Husband.   Drive and Stellar are big songs for us as a couple, but overall he and the SIL are into the harder stuff from the earlier albums.  I like some of that too but I am much more emotionally connected to songs like Wish You Were Here or Promises, Promises or Warmth or Dig or…you get the point.   I was motivated to start a funeral play list for myself by Incubus Wish You Were Here. Mostly because of the line And in this moment I am happy.   On point I absolutely love this band and hearing them live is a very in the moment transfixed by the music and the emotions time for me.

The Universe starts to shift:   Who else is picturing the moving parts of the map in Game of Thrones opening sequence??

Saturday night BGC attended Kid Rock with husbands in tow.  While there they are selling Incubus tickets for $15.  Which is compelling in itself, but the kicker is that the show date is yesterday, not next Tuesday.  This removes one of the obstacles. It no longer makes it two concerts in two nights week.   I point it out but The Husband is just not feeling it. So I ask if maybe I can ask  my friend who works at Live Nation to get me in by myself for free that night and  I’ll go by myself.  He is open to this and so I file it away under options.  But I’m still not compelled to do anything about making this happen.   It’s not really in the front of my mind for the rest of the weekend. There are too many other things  competing for my time and attention right now and I find that I am literally living my life in about 36 hours increments. It’s like extreme rolling wave planning over here and I can’t seem to get ahead.   Which explains why I forgot Meet the Teacher night at school was Monday night until about oh 4pm.  It seems some time pruning is going to be in order but for now anyway the plan is to continue to just go like gangbusters until I hit a wall.  I know I should just run on Tuesday night come home and take care of  something  anything on the to do list. Like maybe that Thursday post I still haven’t written.

Yesterday I got up early, showered, packed a run bag and went to the office.  Lunch was spent running to the local sporting goods store to buy a new pair of Brooks. I have to break them in before the 13.1 next Saturday.  It was during lunch that it finally hit me.  I’m going to kick myself over and over if I don’t go to that show.  I have no fear of going to that show by myself, and if my friend can get me in for free it would all be worth it.  If I can make it work under those conditions then I’ll go.  I’ll do my downtown run, speed home and maybe shower but def change, meet him there at 9 when Incubus should be going on and then hope traffic isn’t bad getting home.  I decide I’m going for it. I will see if I can get the universe to align.

The Universe Aligns:

I text my friends wife and beg for the favor.  I haven’t used this favor before and he is fairly open with it so I keep my fingers crossed.

He usually has to request the tix the day before and have them held at will call

But he can do it, he’s in

All I have to do now is somehow run, eat something get ready and get cash for parking all prior to 9.

I’m supposed to run at about 6:40, at 5:15 at the office it really looks like rain.  I bought new shoes and packed the rain maker outfit to run in, of course it’s going to rain on my run.

I check the radar, it’s a pretty big wide front and we are on the first edge of it, there is red and yellow coming but it will only be green radar colored thunderstorms if I run NOW.

I decide at 5:21 that I’m going for it. If I’m going to get wet anyway I’m not waiting until 7pm to do it. I’m taking the bull by the horns heading out now, stay close to work and get my 4.0 in.

For the next  19 minutes there is the chaos of my running skirt is in my car in the lot, I am on the 2nd floor and the bathrooms are closed for cleaning I don’t have the right badge, keys, clothes with me to be able  to change just yet.

FINALLY I get my 4.0 in and change into dry comfies at the office to drive home barefoot.

Meanwhile The Husband tells me a buddy of his that I know has scored tix to the show and will be there on the VIP deck.  It occurs to me once I get home that I’d like to not have to drive there and back.  If I can get his buddy to take me home maybe I can get my Live Nation friend to take me there.  I ask for the buddy’s cell phone number, ask for the ride home and score, he’ll do it.  All the while I am racing around like a mad woman changing  back into my work clothes, bling Jeans and a ruffly tank top, sans shower,  letting my got soaked running in a pony tail  hair dry and hope it doesn’t turn out too crazy. Make-up is confined to get raccoon mask off skin and declump eyelashes from rain run.

At 8:06 I text my friends wife again and ask her if he can take me up there with him.

8:21 he can, he’s ready whenever I am just tell him when.

Text updates from the buddy at the venue report the opening act is over

8:40 we go, park  for free in  half full lot and walk the ½+ mile from the lot to the entrance very very quickly  while they come on stage and open with Pardon Me..  I can’t see it but it’s clear as hell and I know this song. I sing the lyrics under my breath as we walk and talk. It’s going to be a good show if this is the opener. Life is good.

As we are walking he’s telling me about how in the 11 years he has had this perk he’s never seen Incubus. And he thought about having them hold tix for him yesterday but was iffy on going and didn’t want to request them and not use them.  I had provided an excuse to come to the show.  He is going to stay for a few songs and then head back home.

We are almost to the entrance and they start playing Wish You Were Hear.  I scream out loud, “Oh this is my song” and two girls behind me scream out this is our song too. We giggle and share a little bit.

He checks in for what we think will be lawn passes and instead are handed tickets in the upper pavilion. This is just getting better and better.  This is my 4th trip here this summer and my first seat in the pavilion.

Incubus August 2011

We stand in the always at least 5 times longer than it should be line to get in and I’m just listening to wish you were here, and swaying and tearing up a bit.  It won’t be the first time I cry at this show, I just have emotional reactions to live music of songs I really connect with.   It’s not like sobbing crying, it’s more like somehow tears are just falling while I’m so happily listening and being transported elsewhere, crying. It’s hard to explain but it also happens in church almost every Sunday,  it stops before or as soon as the song ends.  🙂

Incubus Set List

I tell him I’m buying him a beer as a thank you, even though I’ve been ridiculously gushing the whole time about how thankful I truly am to be here.

We score the beers, and I get a look at the lawn, it’s packed. There are a heck of a lot more people here than what it looks like in the parking lot.

Seats are awesome, I love the lawn but the pavilion has concrete, and your own space, and speakers in the  back of you that music comes out of, I can actually see the stage instead of getting a  view of it on the big screen.  I  took some crappy pics with my iphone  just to show you the difference  in view between the lawn and the pavilion.

And then they play Promises, Promises, complete with a video that has  a racing cars on the road vibe..

As I’m screaming my heart out “I’m on the road of least resistance”  it hit’s me. This is the perfect adventure.  .

I’m here when I wasn’t supposed to be. I’m here for free, parking was free, I didn’t have to drive there or home.  Because of me he gets to see the band for a bit and I get to have a transition of a person I know for a bit before I enjoy the rest of the concert dancing and singing and fist pumping and shaking my hair with strangers.   It’s Incubus, the show is a good one and the night could not get any better.   Well, it would have been nice to have The Husband there during Drive and Stellar, but it’ll do just fine.

I am where I am in THIS moment because of the choices I made to get here and the help of the perfect alignment of the universe.

PS- The Husbands buddy is a get out of the lot rock star and I was home complaining about how my left foot is trying to get a stress fracture and eating a dinner of cherry cobbler and frozen custard by 11pm.   Tonight I will take a look at the long list of things that are due in the next 36 hours….  You might not want to hold your breath for tomorrow’s post to arrive at 7am on the dot.

The Alkaline Trio two shows at Metro in Chicago adventure

Last week the Husband and I snuck off to Metro in Chicago for not one , but two Alkaline Trio shows.

Metro in Chicago is this old, architecturally  astounding like  maybe  1200 person  venue.   There is a very small main floor and an even smaller balcony.    This is the midwest in  August in a record heat wave. It is HOTTER THAN A MOFO in that place.  But it is worth it to see a band so close.   The sound could be a little better, I had a horrible time understanding what Matt was singing both nights if it wasn’t a song that I knew inside and out.   I never have a hard time understanding what Dan is saying. His singing voice is like salve to my heart.  The problem wasn’t Matt though, it was me.  I’ve still got some listening to do.  Alkaline Trio has been around for 15 years but I’ve only been a fan for about 1.   Alkaline Trio got their start in Chicago. This is their town, this is their venue, this is where it all started for them.   This is their 15th Anniversary Show and they brought  along the Smoking Popes and River City Extension for the ride.  And even though both are bands I’d never heard both are really good bands.   Metro is non smoking inside, which has to be not only for air quality but also safety because I am telling you that place is tiny.   The bar is cash only and this is how the drinks are poured.

AK3 Metro Monday 08/01

The double s are poured like shots. It’s more like fill a 20oz glass full of ice and vodka and then put a splash of diet coke on top for color.   I can only assume that the singles are poured like doubles. I wouldn’t really know, but here is what I did find out.  A half empty stomach, a very hot club, and 3 of the Metros doubles from hell will make you have to leave the show in the middle of Clavicle the first night.

Monday 8/01 Set List

We had already left too late from the hotel earlier that night and encountered Paul McCartney concert traffic.  We arrived to the club  near the end of the Smoking Popes set but still got very good floor near the back standing room.    We also both had really high expectations for seeing this band that connects us as a couple.  I offered to take one for the team and stay in the form of  “I’m ready when you are”.   I must of looked pretty awful on our way out because security gave me a whole bottle of water.   Then I remember some puking on a cab with my head hanging out the window.  Metro is in a big bar district which has to make puking pretty common right?  At least I am a considerate drunk and  it wasn’t IN the cab.       I usually make a plan and tell somebody else what the plan is and stick to it for my liquor.   I failed to adjust my plan on the strength of the drinks and the heat. And I paid the price.   On the upside we had tickets for both nights and Monday night was the earlier show.  I was passed out in my hotel room before 11pm.  .  I dragged my  hungover butt out of bed on Tuesday morning at 8:30 for the 4 mile runnsihmostlywalk along the lake with The Husband while I got a lecture I deserved on what should probably be done differently on night two.

Yes that IS a lady riding a jaguar with her boob showing. I think this is false advertising. If I go in that bar I will NOT be able to get a boob out and ride a jaguar. In line Tuesday 08/02

We had a nice lazy day involving nothing more than a yummy brunch that I wished I had more of an appetite for  and a long aimless walk around Millennium Park.    Dinner was an awesome little  Mexican place right across the street from Metro and we got there in plenty of time to line up with the crowd before the doors opened.  This gave us a spot right on the rail of the  balcony where I remained without leaving once to pee or drink anything for the rest of the night.   So we were able to rock on from start to finish and then head  back to the hotel to bed.  And this time no one puked on the cab.

Tuesday 08/02 Set List

Overall I’d say this show experience was bittersweet for us.     Alkaline Trio has been a band for 15 years, but is a new band for us.   The Husband found them via This Addiction on Faction. That led him to deeper research and  Radio, his I should fuck off and die song during the worst of the almost divorce.    He later  turns me on to This Addiction album.   At some point I tell him about how much I love Alkaline Trio and he leads me to Radio  for myself.  So it could be my fuck off and die song for PJ.    There is no happier tune to angrier lyrics ever written. C-Lo Green’s Fuck You pales in comparison  to  Radio .  Yet they didn’t play it either night.  Radio is lyrical genius.   It wasn’t awkward getting music from The Husband during the almost divorce.   We had a mostly amicable almost divorce, you might even say it was fairly civilized.  Which means it still  sucked gigantic donkey balls but was made slightly  more tolerable by the fact that we could still connect.      They also didn’t play a single solitary thing from This Addiction either night.    So we had gone to two shows hoping to hear any  of our songs we most love live, and  missed hearing a majority if them because they weren’t played.   Monday night someone in the crowd  had a set list on an iphone so we had already been delivered the disappointment that we wouldn’t be hearing anything from This Addiction.   All  the music was great because AK3 is an awesome band,   but it just wasn’t going to be a legendary spectacular concert adventure night.  It was just a show we missed some of.   Which I know disappointed both of us.   We both love this band, it connects us in a weird sort of healing way.  All of the hate has long since evaporated for both of us but we BOTH wanted to hear Radio, and we  might of missed it.    Tuesday night they didn’t play it either but we left left feeling much better.  We agreed on the cab ride home that we had more listening to do.  But we both love the band enough to keep doing that listening and catch them another time when we can better sing along to the earlier stuff.   I’d even like to go see Dan at that lady riding a jaguar place, but it’s on a week night and a long drive.   Maybe I could listen to this on the way up…It’s a live version of Radio at Metro Playing a Halloween Show in 2002.   Nice make-up there Matt.  I think I like the shirt and tie from  Monday night best. 🙂


08/18 update- Dan Andriano is playing 9-24 and not at the jaguar place…oops

Hotel bathrooms make me extremely vain and giddy

I went away this week to Chicago with The Husband.  We saw both Alkaline Trio shows at The Metro.   There is no and..that’s all we did.  Well we did go on a nice walk in Millennium Park and do some canoodling while dangling our feet in the cool water feature.  We did go for a 4 mile runnishmostlywalk,  because I was quite not well, along  the Lakeshore Drive path. Running literally right next to the water and boats at the marinas, from our hotel corner all the way down to the museums and back.   Other than those two things we were simply there for the adventure of going to those two shows.    Part of that adventure for me is always staying in the hotel room.   Let me inform you if you haven’t already figured it out… I am a high rent girl.   I can  pseudo rough it at the Chateau in the woods for 3 or so days on one shower and no make-up.   But when I’m on an adventure, an escape. I prefer to treat myself to the taste I actually have instead of limit myself to the more moderate daily life I lead.   I would go as far as to say that The Husband and I choose to live the more moderate daily life so we CAN  go with the higher style we could afford pre-kids when we treat ourselves.    But that doesn’t mean I’m not still going to try to get that splurge as cheaply as possible.  I am the woman who breast fed mostly because it was FREE.    So lately whenever I am booking a night away for my girlfriends and I to stay downtown and hit the bars, or an escape or an adventure, I  have been scoring the BEST rooms on Priceline.    And this time was no different. I scored us two nights at The Hyatt on Wacker Drive literally right on the river.  It was an amazing river/lake view room,  we were upgraded once we got there and checked in.  I go into the bathroom and look for my favorite hotel room friend.  My frenemy, the one thing in the hotel room bathroom that no matter how hard I try to stay away , I simply cannot help but take just a small peek.  And then like the jaws of some movie vixen I am suddenly trapped in front of it for what seems like hours.   The magnifying make-up mirror.  Almost always mounted nicely on the wall right where I like it, even better if it is somehow lit.  BUT this particular bathroom was like the nirvana of all picking your face into oblivion, fretting over where did ALL those hairs come from and OMG what is that huge age spot on the side of my eye experiences that came before it.  This bathroom also somehow had magical light.  The big mirror was surrounded bu this sort of back-lit bulbs lighting that once you stepped into that bathroom you suddenly were transformed into some magical creature.  For starters it showed me the color of my eyes in my reflection better than I’ve ever seen in a mirror and only a true handful of times captured on cam.   And then it did this thing with sort of putting light on my hair.  It was suddenly being transformed into the lighting for a really expensive photo shoot for a cover shot in some fabulous magazine.   I told The Husband more than once that I wanted that damn mirror in my bathroom at home.   Add the boosted nirvana from the large mirror to the little make-up mirror.  Because it was also lit with the same soft expensive photo shoot lighting.

This is where I have to make the confession that I am a picker. A squeezer. I get mass satisfaction from gross goo shooting out of things on my skin.  I am one of those people who would Google those YouTube videos of people getting back cysts lanced.   I haven’t actually looked those videos up yet because I am a tiny bit afraid of how much I might like watching them.   When I retire I should become an Estheticion just so I can squeeze others people zits for a living.  That would probably make me very very happy for a little bit.   But not nearly as happy as squeezing and picking at my own face makes me.  And there is no better place to do this activity than in front of a great magnifying mirror in a bathroom with amazing lighting in a hotel room in another city without your kids.   I loved that bathroom.   This is my Tuesday night pony tail for the 2nd  Alkaline Trio show.