NINJA!!1!
Chicken and I are going to see Nine Inch Nails and Jane's Addiction tonight, also known as the NINJA tour I've heard. At least that's what all the cool kids (Chicken) are calling it. I'm calling it the OMGNINWTFYAY Tour. Google says that I spelled that wrong. What.Ever. Chicken has gotten into music recently in a way which amazes me. At his age I had a total of two tapes, which I received for my 12th birthday: Mr. Mister and FUCK ME I can't remember the other one right now. Oh yes, Tears For Fears. I was hardcore at 12, yo. Hard fucking core. Chicken has an iPod with a million gigs of space and listens to a million bands and spends much of his free time researching bands and tour date and whatnot. It's adorable I think.
It was Chicken's idea to see NIN and I am so stoked that I am sitting on the toilet as we speak/type/read/whatever with a nervous tummy. Speaking of my tummy, I recently found the lost Poo book and will be getting back to the reading and contest portion of your blogging experience sooner than later. Hurrah! I am also nervous because the last time I was away from Egg for more than an hour or so was on February 28th when I got mah hairs did. According to my grays it is time again, but I am hell-bent on seeing NIN instead. I know that TB is more than capable of taking care of Egg, I've pumped and froze milk enough for a whole day, and everything will be alright. Right? Right. I'm going to pump in the parking lot of the venue because too many hours without mah baybee means BEWBIE EXPLOSION and I am sure none of the cool kids want to see that shit.
Wanna hear a story? Of course you do! When I was 15 or 16 or maybe 17? I heard "Pretty Hate Machine" for the first time. I remember being in my friend's car with the CD cover (it was a CD, right?) and trying desperately to remember the name of it. I was a tiny wee bit totally fucked up you see, and knew that the next day would reveal that I could not fucking recall the name of the band or album. So I looked at the album title and thought to myself, "Bewbies!" except I probably spelled them the traditional way of "boobies" back then. So, bewbies are pretty therefore I would remember that I was thinking of pretty bewbies and that would take me logically to "pretty" and then "pretty hate machine." However, all I remembered was "bewbies" because I suck. The End.
It was Chicken's idea to see NIN and I am so stoked that I am sitting on the toilet as we speak/type/read/whatever with a nervous tummy. Speaking of my tummy, I recently found the lost Poo book and will be getting back to the reading and contest portion of your blogging experience sooner than later. Hurrah! I am also nervous because the last time I was away from Egg for more than an hour or so was on February 28th when I got mah hairs did. According to my grays it is time again, but I am hell-bent on seeing NIN instead. I know that TB is more than capable of taking care of Egg, I've pumped and froze milk enough for a whole day, and everything will be alright. Right? Right. I'm going to pump in the parking lot of the venue because too many hours without mah baybee means BEWBIE EXPLOSION and I am sure none of the cool kids want to see that shit.
Wanna hear a story? Of course you do! When I was 15 or 16 or maybe 17? I heard "Pretty Hate Machine" for the first time. I remember being in my friend's car with the CD cover (it was a CD, right?) and trying desperately to remember the name of it. I was a tiny wee bit totally fucked up you see, and knew that the next day would reveal that I could not fucking recall the name of the band or album. So I looked at the album title and thought to myself, "Bewbies!" except I probably spelled them the traditional way of "boobies" back then. So, bewbies are pretty therefore I would remember that I was thinking of pretty bewbies and that would take me logically to "pretty" and then "pretty hate machine." However, all I remembered was "bewbies" because I suck. The End.
posted by Sam at
1:02 PM
6 Comments:
So jealous! I could pass on the Jane's Addiction portion, but I'd love to see Nine Inch Nails. Of course, I'm too old to appreciate concerts anymore, so that's kind of a bummer. Post details, so I can live vicariously through you!
BTW, I believe I was 2 years out of college when Pretty Hate Machine came out. Sigh. No wonder I don't want to go to concerts.
"Rudi, a message to you" by the Specials...
always makes me think of you.
I hope you and chicken are having fun. And I hope there is no bewbie explosion. That just might freak the kids out.
bewbie explosion ...
I am 8 months and the thought of "bewbie explosion" is totally freaking me out. Thanks, Sam. I really effing needed that today. ;-)
(I had a minor, okay major, meltdown in the Motherhood dressing room yesterday while trying on nursing bras - ack! what if I can't do it????!?!?!??!)and then this morning was subjected to a very rude comment made by the one coworker I can't stand which led to me slamming my office door in his face and bursting into tears. He's an a**hole.
On a lighter note,I hope you had a great time at the concert. Maybe I could borrow Chicken and all of his music knowledge sometime? I know NOTHING. Unless of course it is the Beach Boys ... the only thing my father permitted to be played when I was a kid.
*yawn* looking a little empty here.
Please fix, kthx.
i just bit my lip over your potential "bewbie explosion." husband and i are going to see No Doubt on friday and we've got a wee problem with our own milk monster. she will NOT take a bottle. NOT TAKE A BOTTLE. NEVER EVER. WHYYYYY. not even for her daddy who is her favoritest person ever. so how did you do it? just how did egg survive you being gone sooooo looooong to see two of the awesomest bands ever?
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