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My Latest Nicks Fix

Last Friday night, I went and saw Stevie Nicks in concert for the 800th time. The hilarity of the night started at Good Dog, with a waitress named Pooper. Seriously, she wore a red, Datarock-esque track jacket with the name “Pooper” on the back, and to be totally honest, the food was uncharacteristically shit. Thanks, Poops!From there we hopped in a cab and headed down to Penn’s Landing to take the ferry across the Delaware (a la George Washington) to the hyper-illuminated Tweeter Center. Upon entering, the female/lesbian bag-inspector asked what I had in my purse, made a really bad joke about my iPod and then went to second base with me. Personally, I think my pink, sleeveless hoodie with original Stevie Nicks artwork that reads “Stand Back” made me look extra touchable. I haven’t been patted down like that in years! Thankfully, we got there just in time to miss Chris Isaak and bought ourselves a few beers. All around us were flowing skirts, anklets, banana hair clips, tie-dyes and perms, but all in all, everyone was pleasant enough. We found a central spot on the lawn and parked ourselves on our blanket, and shortly thereafter, the woman who claims to see crystal visions emerged on stage, triumphant, exuberant and shawled-up as ever. For 59 she rocked pretty hard. She played the classics – Landslide, Rhiannon, Gold Dust Woman, Edge of Seventeen, Stand Back – as well as some really bad ones which shall remain nameless because no one who’s reading this has probably ever heard of them (except for Brynn). For an encore, she wailed on Led Zepplin’s “Rock and Roll” and it was awesome! During the show, some weird things happened. Firstly no one in her band in under 50 and there was an unrelenting amount of leather (and not a lot of lace) up on the stage. From her back-up singers’ jackets, to her lead guitarists pants (he had Sideshow Bob hair to boot), to the OJ Simpson gloves Stevie herself had on at one stage – it was an older persons’ leather-fest… and then there were the scarves/shawls. At one stage – Stevie and Sideshow Bob were engaged in an elaborate, hunched, swaying dance with shawls flowing over both of them. Back and forth, back and forth. Really, they looked like stingrays mating. It was reasonably nauseating/hilarious/confusing. I would rank this concert as the second best I have seen Stevie give. The best being my first Stevie concert back in Hartford, CT in the summer of 1998. It even beat out seeing the entire Mac together (sans Christine McVie) in Sydney in 2004. We also had an impromptu photo shoot on the ferry but those pics are a little too x-rated for this blog!

awesomest new song recorded yesterday!

synergy - feels so sweet!

Carolla loves Paris

Last night, at a fancy, overpriced meal I made my parents take me to and then pay for, I asked my mom what she thought about the Paris Hilton “get-out-of-jail-free” situation. I should preface this by saying that my mother is not a huge fan of celebrity gossip – I mean, she likes a good and meaty, scandalicious story about a secret lover, murder, beastiality, etc but the day to day activities of dimwitted “celebutantes” doesn’t realty interest her. I wasn’t even sure if she knew who Paris Hilton was. But duh, Paris is everywhere (why? I still don’t get it!), so of course my mom knew all about her, the sex tapes, the driving with a suspended license, going to the slammer (even getting there early to serve her time). But all of Carolla’s knowledge was no match for her shocking response to my initial question. What did she think of Paris being under house arrest in stead of in the big house? I’m paraphrasing here, but she basically said: “Zippety doo dah! Paris is free!”.

My mom seems to think that it’s appropriate/fair that her sentence was reduced as it was based on the crime she committed. Carolla Cope, Esq. said no one ever goes to jail for driving with a suspended license and that even being under house arrest is a severe punishment. Between us, I would love to be locked in my house for a month and have people come and see me, bring me food, watch movies… it would be like the best vacation ever, like law-enforced laziness! I could even ask Christie of Christie’s Nails to make house calls. But I digress…

Really I don’t give two shits about Paris and hope the rest of the world gets on board with me soon. Yes, it’s unfair that the rich white girl gets special treatment. Maybe we should petition that she get the death penalty instead.

Actually I believe this is a good response to the whole ordeal.

LIKE/HATE

i know that you, my dedicated readers, are disappointed by my lack of bloggage lately but i'm coming back!
here is a "like/hate" that sums me up pretty accurately at this stage of my life. as some of you know, i used to make such lists in middle school. what this says about me, in a nutshell, is that i am a woman of extremes with a limited vocabulary. enjoy!

Like/Hate

Sun / rain
Stevie Nicks / Lindsay Buckingham
Kevin Mercer / Seth Laver
JonBenet Ramsay news / Natalee Holloway news
TGI Fridays roofdeck / Continental’s roofdeck
Kittens with missing limbs / regular kittens
The Scrunchees / Jethro Tull
Hebrew Nationals / Nathans
Nice eyebrows / Muffin-tops
Bourbon / Vodka
To play / To work
Skinny wrists / Chubby Wrists
Golden Girls / Designing Women
Mac n’ cheese / Deviled eggs
Opening presents / Opening bills
New clothes / Tattered crap
Brown people / white people