Sunday, August 30, 2009

On the Fringe

I whipped together this sweet scarf last night and finished it this morning.


Dig it.

I'm going to make a few more in different colors. They're gonna be rad!

I also finally made my Tooth Fairy Pillow.

Modeled after my very own Tooth Fairy Pillow as a child, I jazzed it up with some sparklies.

I have a lot more pillow and scarf ideas bouncing around in my head, eager to be made. I'll be setting up my Etsy site where all my creations will be available for sale so stay tuned. Cold weather is on the horizon, people. Get ready!

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Green Day Rocks My World Again

Maggie and I saw Green Day at the Mandalay Bay event center. We had VIP tickets which put us closest to the floor, with seats, behind the railing, for an unobstructed view.

It was an unbelievably incredible show. If you've never seen them live you are missing out. The wall behind them was a video screen that was perfectly coordinated with every song, everything they did. Billie Joe is a madman energizer bunny running back and forth across the stage. He came out into the stands with his guitar and put it on a kid and played it. Got an 8 year old boy up there who knew all the words to Longview, and a girl who played guitar for St. Jimmy. That lucky bitch. They were forehead to forehead singing into the same mic, and then he sat in front of her with his head on her knee while he sang. She had to sit on the amp down front because his guitar strap wouldn't shorten up enough for her to play standing. I was so jealous. Made me want to learn to play the guitar.

They played Shout and all laid down on the stage and put in snippets of other songs like Iron Man, Free Fallin', Satisfaction, and that was a lot of fun. They played almost every song off the new album, not in order. They also played:

When I Come Around
She
Longview
Basketcase
King For a Day
Hitching a Ride
Welcome to Paradise
Minority
Blvd of Broken Dreams
Brainstew
Holiday
Then he asked who in the audience was an old school Green Day fan and they played Going to Pasalacqua, one of my favorite songs off their first album. I almost lost my mind. The encore was American Idiot, Jesus of Suburbia and then the rest of the band left the stage, and Billie and his acoustic made their way to the end of the platform. He played the love song off the new album called Last Night on Earth. It gave me chills. It was so sweet and wonderful and heartfelt and to watch him in the spotlight with just the acoustic was so touching. His wife is a lucky, lucky woman. He ended with Time of Your Life, held up his guitar and then left the stage. It was so wonderful.

My other favorite events of the evening were when he mooned the audience and later lifted his shirt up and just stood there. I could still see most of his ass hanging out the back of his pants. The only thing keeping them on was...Christ, I almost exploded. I also loved when he told everyone to put their cell phones and cameras away, that these were our memories and to live in the moment. God, I loved that. I'm always stressed about whether or not to bring a camera because I'm so anxious about documenting and remembering big events like this. Fuck it. I have everything I need in my head and pictures would never do my experience justice. I didn't want to worry about taking pictures so I didn't bring my camera in.

I've seen Green Day in concert 5 times now and they just keep getting better. The theatrics, the pyrotechnics, and the showmanship are simply outstanding. A 3 hour show with just about every song I could want to hear and an unobstructed view. I am so in love with this band and with that man. I'm sitting here with a glazed over dreamy look on my face just remembering the night. The cute guy who asked me if he could hold my hand on the way to the show started the show off with a bang, too. I'm spent.

Sunday, August 16, 2009

Blackbird

Went on an audition this morning for one of my favorite theatre groups, Stray Cat Theatre.

A great dramatic play called Blackbird. I bought the play a few weeks ago so I'd have time to get to the bottom of it. It's a heavy number with only two characters and it's written in a very specific and dynamic meter.

Drama isn't my strong suit. I'm a comedienne. Doesn't mean I can't do drama it's just not my preference and not what I do best. Not yet, anyway. I would actually really like to get this part as it would force me to branch out into unknown territory and grow. It also scares the crap out of me and makes me uncomfortable. Acting is one of the only mediums where you can be wholly uncomfortable in a safe and comfortable setting.

It never ceases to amaze me how we put in all this time and effort studying a play, a part, a character, all for three minutes in front of the director. Sometimes that's all there is. You know this play, this story, these relationships inside and out and you don't get the part. It's such a mad crazy thing. Only for love do we do these things.

Callback? We'll see. Another audition down, another one on the horizon.

Sunday, August 9, 2009

Are you really ready for some football?

I mean, really? No foolies?

I'm thinking about supporting the Buccaneers because I love pirates. Until LA gets a team again I ain't got nothin'. I feel no aligiance to any Arizona team in any sport so I'm not picking the Cardinals. I asked my dad which team he was a fan of. "They all suck." He's a man of few words. Even when it comes to college ball I don't think my dad cares who's playing, he just likes to watch. He's a Nordhoff Ranger fan: our high school alma mater. If UCSB had a football team he might go with them since I'm an alumni but even that's doubtful.

So far the Bucs are my front runners, and rum runners, simply because pirates rule.

Saturday, August 8, 2009

Make You Feel My Love

When the rain is blowing in your face
And the whole world is on your case
I could offer you a warm embrace
To make you feel my love

When the evening shadows and the stars appear
And there is no one there to dry your tears
I could hold you for a million years
To make you feel my love

I know you haven't made your mind up yet
But I would never do you wrong
I've known it from the moment that we met
No doubt in my mind where you belong

I'd go hungry, I'd go black and blue
I'd go crawling down the avenue
No, there's nothing that I wouldn't do
To make you feel my love

The storms are raging on the rolling sea
And on the highway of regret
Though winds of change are throwing wild and free
You ain't seen nothing like me yet

I could make you happy make your dreams come true
Nothing that I wouldn't do
Go to the ends of the Earth for you
To make you feel my love


Make You Feel My Love - Adele
(written by Bob Dylan)

And so it goes

It's 2:40 am but I don't want to go to bed.

So much going through my mind. When I think back about what I have to thank for my state of mind it all comes back to the drugs. Thank God for drugs. Sometimes you just need a little help. There's nothing wrong with that and fuck anyone who says otherwise. Fuck them and their poor, normal lives.

I've spent a lot of this week drunk. I didn't plan for it to be that way. It's just one of those weeks. Karaoke on Monday night turned into an unexpected drunkfest. I met a hot young thing at Last Exit and then a severly hot former lover walked in and flirted with me for an hour and then a hot possibly soon-to-be-lover walked in. When it rains it pours, and I've been living in a drought. My heart is aching for something just out of reach.

Tuesday was a "date" with the hot-young-thang. Little boys are still really into bar hopping. Why leave the bar we're already at? It's a brewry for chrissake. Jesus. He just knows nothing about anything and by anything I mean life and I don't feel like spending my time playing teacher.

Wednesday I spent with a former lover of mine drinking cerveza, enoying the pool, and watching some fantastic Showtime shows. Alas, this evening left me wanting. I think Thursday was a dry day and, funny enough, a day when I most needed a drink. Today found me at happy hour at Four Peaks with some good friends and some wicked strong beer on an empty stomach. Also cameos by both my ex boyfriends. Exactly. I spent the rest of the evening drinking my cousin Ryan's wine with Jodi and Jason and then capped off my night at Last Exit with a SoCo and Cran. I didn't want to leave the bar either but I had no right spending any money there at all. I just thought I would pop in and see what a Friday night is like there now that the ownership has changed. Yeah, not that good. Sometimes you just don't want the night to end. In my case it was not wanting to go back to my empty apartment I've been holed up in because it's too fucking hot to go outside.

I don't want to sleep until one but I have nothing to get up for. My room is a stye, my heart is bruised, and my wallet is empty. Ain't life grand.

Friday, August 7, 2009

Broke, Not Broken

Stumblin' round this sweet little town
Town that's killin' me
Landlord's been by, I'm tellin' him lies
He don't wanna let us be
Let us be

Winter's comin'
Everything costs a lot more than we're makin'
Live on lovin'
Nothin' is sure for a life so back breakin'
Chimney smokin'
Sleep by the fire if you're with me then we'll be
Broke, not broken

Money it seems
Don't worry me
Til it all is gone
People are mean
When you're living lean
But we manage to get along

Winter's comin'
Everything costs a lot more than we're makin'
Live on lovin'
Nothin' is sure for a life so back breakin'
Chimney smokin'
We'll join a cult just to save up some money
Broke, not broken

Winter's comin'
Everything costs a lot more than we're makin'
Live on lovin'
Nothin' is sure for a life so back breakin'
Chimney smokin'
Out of the fire the voices'll tell me
Broke, not broken

Broke, Not Broken - The Mother Truckers