New Year's Eve and it's hard to believe
another zodiac has gone around.

While you drank yourself high on hoping
and watched the ceiling spin from the ground.

Counting down from ten it's time
to make your annual prayer.

Secret santa in the sky
when will I get my share?

Then you tell yourself
what you want to hear.

Cause you have to believe.

This will be my year.

This will be my year...Semisonic


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Saturday, April 24, 2004

Gilly and I are going into the city to meet up with some of my former coworkers one of which is turning 36. YIKES! You'd never know it from looking at her or talking to her. Apparently the bar we're meeting at "has great live music" and is "pubbish." I am not a big fan of the glass and metal kind of bars that Manhattan has so many of...not in favor unless it's for work and we have a private section. I don't know if I am a huge pub fan...maybe more of a roadside old man bar kind of girl. I've always enjoyed slinging my leg over a bar stool and just observing the whole scene.

I had a very weird dream last night involving Fountains of Wayne. It's probably from the whole cancellation of the Rutgers show. But it involved them playing this very small town and they kept getting moved from little venue to little venue. Buy the last move I think that they were playing in some sort of old fashioned candy store. Next thing I know I am walking with Chris and we're having a whispered discussion about husband and wives. Very odd.

But since I am on the topic. "Mexican Wine" has slipped off the MTVU playlist. I have a couple of theories. They may have shot themselves in the foot with "That Song" as in became a band known for one thing. So they spent a lot of cash on another flashy video and while it's beautiful it lacks a storyline so kids probably don't really get it. The people who would find Fountains of Wayne playing on a yacht in white suits funny (and why is that funny? Because it's against their character)...but the people who would find that amusing already know and love the band and are most likely old school fans. The audience that they captured with the video for "That Song" doesn't get the joke and from my experience had/has no idea what the band looks like. And when they do see them they're shocked at how old they are. All the tongue in cheek satire is wasted on them. The band has been touring for over a year and it did take some time for "That Song" to pick up steam so there's still hope for them. I kind of think that the the heat is going to continue to cool down. Or maybe that's what I want because I want them to be mine again? Maybe. But I am working on that cog thing aren't I?

And I'll end with a story which is relevant because a. it involves one of the people that we'll be seeing tonight and b. it involves the city that I will be traveling to on business next Sunday.

A couple of years ago I was in New Orleans for work and we were sponsoring an opening night concert for the convention. It was Bon Jovi at The House of Blues. I should tell you that I've never been a big fan of Bon Jovi but the birthday girl of the evening is obsessed. Obsessed. So the concert was by invite only and it was the hottest ticket in town. I ended up going to dinner with an ex co-worker and then we wandered over to the venue. Because the big burly guy working the door used to be my intern we got shuffled in pretty quickly. Since my friend/former co-worker actually liked Bon Jovi we made our way to the front of the stage (which was rather low)...before the show I was talking with the photographer. I don't know why I just was. I had this little ring that had a very strong light on it (a sample for a possible premium) and the photographer commented on how useful it would be to have when changing film in a dark venue so I gave it to him 'cause that's the kind of girl I am AND the photographer had prime space. When he left he ended up shuffling us into that space. KARMA...so anyway there are all these very very very drunk females around us and the band comes out onto the stage. We're in front of Richie Sambora. Everyone is freaking out and they start tearing through a set which included all of their greatest hits. Things to note guitarists/singers/bassist are hot once you start staring at the leg that they keep time with. For example Dave Grohl has one of the hottest guitar stances ever. Richie had a very nice wedding band on (which I told him but probably it appeared that I was hitting on him)...he also has had some very good plastic surgery dito for Jon...married men are even cuter than single men...Mr. Jovi was hairless. HAIRLESS. He totally waxes his chest. Gone where those tufts of man fur of yesteryear which used to poke out of his spandex shirts. Plus he's tiny. The weird keyboardist who appeared to be stuck in 1984 was staring at me the whole show UGH. UGH. The problem is that whenever anyone makes eye contact with me I smile. I can only imagine what a smiling girl means to them.

The show was tight and my friend was loving it. Then Mr. Jovi decided to descend the stairs to our left and walk amoungst the crowd. I kid you not. So there I am a foot away from him thinking of my friend (the birthday girl) and what she would do if she were there and me thinking that it sucked that I was there and she wasn't. So what did I do? I did what she would dream of doing. I reached out and grabbed his butt as he walked buy. Why? I don't know why I just did it. It must have been a common occurance because he didn't even blink. You should know that he has a very tiny bottom. VERY TINY...

My friend didn't even realize what I had done...so after the show I was back in my room and I had to call the birthday girl...N.Orleans is an hour behind Jersey so it was pretty late. I called her and she picked up and I told her what I had done and well she freaked out. I had to tell her that I did it for her. For some reason when ever I tell that story to any Bon Jovi fans (female) they always look like they want to stab me in the eye.

It's the most inappropriate groupish thing I've ever done at a show. And I've been to a lot of shows. And I've been close enough to grab a lot of butts.

Then again later that week I also went to a strip club in New Orleans with one of Gilly and I's male friends after we had sat on a balcony and eaten a meal with a whole bottle of white wine finished off by Baked Alaska baked in Courvoisier (ICK). New Orleans makes you do that sort of thing.
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