Just got back from Poppy's a bit ago, where we sat outside in her garden with lawnchairs, TV/DVD set-up, Midori sours and beer watching
. What a good flick -- totally NOT cheesy, like we were expecting. And yeah, say what you will about Jim Carrey, but he cracks my shit up.
was out of town all week and calls me up at 3:30 a.m. to let me know I could park at his crib for the Air Show, which would've been great, except my assignment was to ride the buses the City of Gary contracted to shuttle people back and forth -- you know, to see if it was running smoothly. Yeah, I know that sounds kind of gay, but I took Mother with, and we actually had a pretty decent time. At least, I didn't want to throw her OFF the bus and into oncoming traffic, anyway. Greta and I will probably go back tomorrow, and I'll shoot some pics.
Oh yeah, I started talking about listing all the concerts I've ever attended, just to see if I could remember them all. I started to list them, and in order, but I think I'm missing some ...
Night Ranger, Holiday Star Plaza, 1985: You never forget your first one, right? Poppy and me, doing the hair metal thing and lurvin' on Jack Blades. The one guy was there, too, only he was cool and snuck in. And we didn't know each other. Too broke to buy the t-shirt, but Poppy still may have hers.
REO Speedwagon, 1988, LansingFest: Poppy and me, during our summer of debauchery before our freshman year in college. She was there with her boyfriend, and I was there with his buddy, the dude I almost screwed in the park that one night if he hadn't been to drunk to fuck. We hated each other by the end of the night. And no t-shirt.
[UPDATE] The BoDeans, Valparaiso University, 1989: Can't believe I forgot this one! It was me, Cathie and her boyfriend (now husband) Steve, with some of the greatest takeout food in the parking lot. I'm not really a big fan of them now, but it was good times, especially since it was a relatively cool band so local. And that t-shirt? Has been worked out in, so it's all gross now.
Joe Jackson, the Chicago Theater, 1990 (I think): Three friends and I doing the whole Chicago concert thing for the first time. That's night we coined "Wings of Fire/Burnin' up your lips/with cool ranch diiiiiip/That's Wings of Fire" at Pizzeria Due. No t-shirt, but a square button that reads "Joe Jackson: Blaze of Glory."
The Replacements, Taste of Chicago, 1991: The day they broke up, yo. Historic moment, and I was there.
Lollapalooza I, New World Music Theater, 1991: "Don't call me nigger, whitey" -- Ice-T and Perry, doin' it up live. You'll never know how sweet it was if you weren't there. They'll retire that t-shirt of mine when they pry it out of my cold, dead hands. Oh, and I wrote this kick-ass review (read: it didn't suck entirely) of it with the dude I went with for the college paper.
Sting/Don Henley/Susanna Hoffs, Alpine Valley, 1991: Saw that one the night after Lollapalooza. (Pretty hardcore, huh? I know you're impressed.) My college boyfriend and I made the trip, and he made me promise to not fall asleep on the way back. Yeah. I remember seeing the exit sign for Foster Avenue off the Kennedy and thinking it said "Fester," which reminded me of "The Addams Family started/When Uncle Fester farted./They all came out retarded/The Addams Family," and I started giggling until I fell asleep. No t-shirt, because I'd shot my wad at Lolla. (I was in college, man. Like I had any cash.)
Van Halen, New World Music Theater, 1991: 1991 was a big year for music with me. Anyway, I went to this show with this dude Eric, who was a HUGE fan . His car crapped out on the exit ramp, though, so we got a ride to the theater in the back of a pick-up. And ... no t-shirt, because I was still recovering from Lolla.
Oh no, we're not NEAR done. But I'm going to pick it up later.
Oh, whatEVER.
hmmm...my first concert? The OSMONDS, 1976, Capitol Centre.
Yikes.