Of ice, bathrooms and antics

[la_belle_laide]

I wish I was more excited about next Friday's show than I actually am. From this angle it looks like Jo-chan and I will drive over an hour; battle a hellish parking lot; wait on line to get into a huge, hateful venue; try to find a good viewing spot and fail spectacularly; then wait around listening to bands we don't know until our band comes on (probably late) and then we will struggle to see a glimpse of them for fifty minutes before leaving the hateful venue in a mad rush; looking to find our boys to say hello and then failing that spectacularly; and then driving home. Me, a pessimist? Why, never. The truth is that I halfway wish they'd cancel this show for some reason, this way they'd be honor-bound to come back a few months later at a smaller venue. ;D I'm selfish that way. And honestly I'm more excited that I get to have some time with Jo-chan. I just hope that during that concert there is a moment like the last time when we're both singing and dancing around like idiots to our favorite songs.

So here we are getting hit by a late winter frigging nor'easter, ice this time instead of snow. Four inches of sleet on the ground, you walk through it and it's like walking through slippery dust. Brit left for Hawai'i today; I hope that her flight wasn't delayed and that by now she's in sunny California on her way to sunnier Hawai'i. Still, work today was fun and it flew by, as Fridays do tend to do. We had Non-creepy Backrub Day as well as Haiku Friday ("Jennel would do House / In a vat of putrid slime / don't think she wouldn't!" by me, and from Casse: "Men are just stupid / They should all be kicked by us / or a slap will do.") Because the sleet was "falling from the sky like crotchless panties" as Jennel put it, I wanted to leave a few minutes early and try to skirt 105, which freezes like a beeotch. I couldn't though, because I stopped on my way out to go to the bathroom and, hilariously, got locked in for fifteen minutes after the locking mechanism broke, I kid you effing not. Picture it: me in the bathroom, trying to kick the doorknob off as Casse tried to hammer it off from the outside; me giggling like a fool and Jennel slipping pictures of Jared Leto under the door to keep me company. Finally I asked Casse to slip a sharp knife under the door. I told her it was so that I could slit my own throat in panic and despair, but then I just used it to take the screws out of the doorknob. Casse and I both pulled, and off came the doorknob. I came stumbling out all dramatic talking about how I'd begun to run out of supplies and was about to eat my own foot. Then I went home with my renewed appreciation for freedom. Kelly said she was glad it was me who got stuck in the bathroom, because anyone else might not have taken it so well. I thought, How could you not? It's just completely priceless.

Hula is canceled tomorrow and my guess is that Tai Chi is, too, because the roads are treacherous and this nonsense is not expected to let up overnight. So tonight I'm going to try to finish the chapter I began last night, which I left off with a parenthetical note to self: "KRIS IS SO EFFING 8TH HOUSE AND I LOVE HIM FOR IT!! CONTINUE!" and then I'm going to go to bed and sleep till ten AM tomorrow, while visions of book deals dance in my head.

But before I sign off, a quick pre-springtime meme. You guys all know this one. Open your fave media player, shuffle your songs, take the first twenty adn add the phrase "in my pants" after the title.

1) Surfer Girl in my pants. (The only surfer girl in my pants is ME.)

2) I'm Not That Girl in my pants. (Apparently I'm having an identity crisis in my pants.)

3) Down In The Dark in my pants. (Well it's not as if I backlight it or anything.)

4) Kui Tree in my pants. (Is that a euphamism?)

5) Happy Valley in my pants. (*Dies*)

6) Marooned in my pants. (GET ME OUT!)

7) Spring In The Tibetan Grassland in my pants. (Okay, what's with all the references to trees and grass? >_> )

8) Could You Be Loved in my pants. (Could you?)

9) Virtual Insanity in my pants. (Not actual insanity, though.)

10) Nearly Lost You in my pants. (Well, the Kung Fu pants are kinda big, so I could understand it if I was wearing those.)

11) 4th of July in my pants. (Fireworks!)

12) I Don't Have Anything in my pants. (Nope, nothing.)

13) Into the Void in my pants. (Because I Don't Have Anything.)

14) Will I Get Out Of Jail in my pants? (Or will I have to leave them behind?)

15) Kool Roc Bass in my pants. (It keeps the neighbors awake, actually.)

16) Welcome To The Universe in my pants. (No void, but an entire universe!)

17) Radioactive in my pants. (IT GLOWS.)

18) Only Time in my pants. (I'm starting to think there's a physics class going on in my pants.)

19) El Ritmo Tropical in my pants. (Join the fun!)

20) Nessun Dorma in my pants (NONE SHALL SLEEP!)

Comments

[fierynotes.livejournal.com]

"17) Radioactive in my pants. (IT GLOWS.)"

Ha ha, mine glowed first.

[la-belle-laide.livejournal.com]

Well maybe I caught it from you. Can one catch that sort of thing through the internet? ;D