Today is a day of internal conflict, filled with WOO-HOO's and BOO-HOO's. This morning while checking my email, I discovered that the Arcade Fire ticket pre-sale for Seattle started today. Oh glorious transports of delight! After hurredly sending out an email to my friends to see if anyone wanted to go, apparently leaving Josh out (Josh: come wipe up the blood at my house), I bought 1 pair of tickets for me and Garrett. Apparently we were the only people dedicated enough to commit to this show at 9:23 A.M this morning. So, Garrett and I are going to have a grand adventure on the 24th of September, filled with hunting, gathering and kicking it old school. On this trip, I predict the following:
1. Garrett and I will hunt for hot dogs in 7-11 in the same manner that bears hunt for fish in rivers.
2. I will scream and act like a 14 year old girl when the band comes on stage.
3. Garrett will scream and act like a 14 year old girl when he is run down by a drunk hobo on a bicycle.
4. I will complain that this show doesn't match up to the last Arcade Fire show or the one before. Then I will go home and tell everyone that this was the best show I have ever seen.
5. As always, an adverse effect of me being awake is that those around will have to listen to a diatribe about mokeys with handguns. (more on this later)
Now for the Boo Hoo's. Thursdays suck. Ticketmaster sucks. Hangovers REALLY suck!
Bring on the weekend, I am ready to turn 25!
Next blog: The Grand Conspiracy To Injure Josh's Toes and Have Him Bleed All Over My House and most of 39th Ave.
Thursday, August 9, 2007
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