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We are all our own devil; we make this world our hell

It’s tech Sunday for me, so when you’re reading this, I’m over at the theater merrily running the sound for The Laramie Project. Well, maybe not “merrily.” It’s a pretty somber show. But I get to spend the day with some pretty kickass people, yo. So that’ll be nice. We’re running the show with lights and sound, breaking for lunch, then running it again. Then we’re going home. Some people are going home for the Superbowl. Some of us will NOT be watching the Superbowl, and will be…oh, I don’t know. Watching other things, or writing, or just crashing out on the couch from exhaustion or something. We’ll see how it goes.

I had a lovely time with friend C. this weekend. We had many adventures. First, we went out to dinner at a fancy Vietnamese restaurant. I had spring rolls and then this weird thing that was supposed to be crepes with shrimp and bean sprouts and mushrooms, but ended up being ONE HUGE CREPE with those things in it, but also a LOT of garlic. You know me and garlic. Luckily I could pick around the garlic. It was good, but kind of strange. But good. C. had…something curry-ey? With shrimp and noodles, I think?

This is totally what it looked like! Only BIGGER. And with more bean sprouts poking out.

This is totally what it looked like! Only BIGGER. And with more bean sprouts poking out.

Then we went to the concert. Which was…sadly, kind of terrible. Not the band – the band was great – but the venue. The venue was the worst. It was a bar – fine – but they seemed to sell more tickets than floor space. So by the time we got there, the place was packed. And more people were still coming in. More and more and more. Until the place was so full I started thinking of things like fire hazards and such. We couldn’t see the stage – we had to stand off in a side room behind a billion people, so I could kind of see the stage if I stood on my tiptoes and the people in front of me didn’t move. But they did, of course. People move. It’s a fact of life. So I could hear the band. Kind of. When the people in the bar weren’t talking. Which they were. Loudly. As if one of my favorite bands wasn’t on stage doing a very pretty acoustic set. (They totally covered “Don’t Let Me Down” and the lead singer was wearing a Beatles t-shirt so that made me happy. Then I couldn’t see her anymore, so that did NOT make me happy.)

Look, I even took a picture, I’m not even a liar.

So eventually, after all the pushing and shoving and not being able to see, I gave up. I utterly gave up. I went and sat in a corner booth and played with my phone for the last forty-five minutes or so. I could kind of hear the band. I could have heard them better if I was home listening to them on CD, though, so it was kind of a waste of ticket money. C. toughed it out but she really couldn’t see, either. And so I was sad, because I really wanted a happy night out watching one of my favorite bands. And when they played my two favorite songs of theirs (“Oscar Wilde” and “Won’t Go Quietly”) I was not HAPPY like I was supposed to be, but SAD, because I was right there, but I could not see them. So screw you, Bayou Cafe, for selling more tickets than floor space. That is a shitty thing to do, and you are money-grubbing assholes. And Company of Thieves, I love you, please come back soon, and tell them you’re popular enough to fill the smaller theater at The Egg, because a., you totally are, and b., you’d get people being quieter and more respectful there and you wouldn’t have to shush people.

Here is what I WANTED to see Friday night. Or at least a little of this.

Then C. and I stayed up super-late talking and talking and talking and TALKING and also petting and petting Dumbcat, because she used to be my roommate and he still remembers that (I know, right? he REMEMBERS something!) and he was loving that there were TWO people here to pay attention to him, aw! And then I made my couch into a comfy bed for her and there was sleeping. And sometime in the night Dumbcat jumped up on the top of the fridge and fell off because when I woke up in the morning, all the things were off the front of the fridge again which means he fell off the top of the fridge or skidded down it or something again, because if there’s anything my cat is, it’s ungainly. C. says it didn’t wake her up, so that’s good.

Then we went out for breakfast the next morning. We went to a happy diner that is shiny and cheerful and the menus have odd facts about the presidents on them, which I like. I totally had a waffle. I have been craving waffles for EVER. That was one longed-for waffle. And it was totally worth the wait. It was crisp outside and fluffy inside and absolutely perfect. Also there was bacon. And eggs. And so much decaf coffee. SO MUCH. That breakfast was amazing. I kind of want another one of those breakfasts, like, right now. And every day for the rest of my LIFE. Sigh.

Totally patriotic, yo.

Totally patriotic, yo.

And we talked and talked and talked and laughed and talked MORE and it was so nice to see her. And we made plans for later in the month, when I will see her and her boyfriend and we will all have dinner, and then NEXT month, oh the bon vivantery, I will go to see them and their new HOUSE! And we will see Spring Awakening! One of my favorite musicals ever ever, and C. has never seen it and I am so excited to see it with her the first time she’s seeing it! So many adventures! That will be AFTER I meet Andreas. Oh, March will be quite a month. QUITE a month.

Then C. had to go, and so we said our goodbyes and off she went and Dumbcat was bereft because C. is his LADYFRIEND. But now he’s all, “meh, I guess you’re ok, Mom, if I don’t have any other options” and he’s cuddling up to me again. I win!

Then I did laundry, dishes, made brownies, wrote THIS and ANOTHER blog post, and watched some television. Yep, I’m a wild woman, yo.

Happy Sunday, everyone! Wish me luck, crazy ten days of hell starts…now. (And if you live nearby, come see The Laramie Project, pay-what-you-will is Thursday, we open on Friday!)

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13 responses to “We are all our own devil; we make this world our hell

  • becomingcliche

    I’m with you. Sell only reasonable amounts of tickets. Given the tragedy in Brazil last weekend, I am not sure I could go into a place that was so crowded. I’m sorry you couldn’t see. Or hear. Sad when the band has to shush people.

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    • lucysfootball

      I felt bad for the band. It was a quiet-ish acoustic set & they couldn’t hear themselves sing over the crowd. People are ridiculous, who pays ticket money to go out & talk to friends all night? Do that at HOME!

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  • sj

    I have TOTALLY called the Fire Marshal when at a show that was oversold. Yeah, it sucked for the band, but the venue I was at learned their lesson because they didn’t do it again…but then they closed not long after that because the Fire Marshal was keeping an eye on them and since they couldn’t overbook their shows, they went out of business. OOPS.

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  • 35JupiterDrive

    Yeah, the first thing I thought of was Brazil too. And then the second thing was to be sad that you couldn’t hear your band. I’m sorry!

    But I am glad breakfast and C. made up for it and also that Dumbcat was pleased.

    And now I want breakfast. Damn. (I think the closest I’m going to get is some sort of potato/garam masala/vegetable leftover pancake thing I have. Which is actually very delicious. So don’t cry for me.)

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    • lucysfootball

      That actually does sound delicious! All I had today was Kashi.

      I didn’t even know about Brazil until Dad was all “YOU COULD BE DEAD THIS IS LIKE BRAZIL!!!!” I’m not up on current events, it’s kind of embarrassing.

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  • Andreas Heinakroon

    You picked around the garlic? But didn’t the rest of the food still taste of garlic? Or is it the consistency you don’t like? Now I’m all curious.

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    • lucysfootball

      Well, there were big chunks of garlic. I don’t like those. And usually I don’t like things flavored with garlic, no. But whatever sauce was on it, it masked the garlic taste, so I was ok with the rest of it this time.

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  • Heather

    I. Yes. I.

    ANYWAY, I can never have fun in a crowd that large. I get all claustrophobic and nervous and yuck.

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    • lucysfootball

      Hee, “I” made me giggle.

      I was totally claustrophobic. People kept bumping me. I told C. I got to second base with the girl next to me. She kept rubbing up on me with her butt. So, yay me, I totally got some action. UNWANTED, but action nonetheless.

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  • Charleen

    Ugh, that sucks about the concert. But at least you got your waffle.

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