Gawd, my last post was so emo I want to punch myself in the face. My apologies to all who read it. In a brief update: Rachel is still paying the fine and the situation with my mother is resolving. After a year off, returning to AU is most likely what I'll do. The melodrama of that post is so irritating, ugh. No more, I promise!
Thanksgiving will always be my favorite holiday ever. There are so many things to love like, mashed potatoes, my Thanksgiving family, the Backyard Brawl, being home, trips to the Blue Note and hanging out with friends and family that I haven't seen in far too long.
I have no interesting stories to tell (do I ever though?) about break, but I had a wonderful time but I am happy to be back in DC.
Sunday, November 27, 2005
Tuesday, November 15, 2005
doldrums...
I've been really stressed out recently, and not really in a place where I feel like I can effectively communicate well with anyone. This is evidenced by the phone conversation with my mother where I told her that I hate it at AU, I want to drop out and I want to start over somewhere new. Which is true, and I needed to tell her that, but the conversation (if it can even be called that) did not go well and a lot of nastiness was thrown from both sides. I know my mother and I know that she wants the best for me; however, it is a struggle to balance her views with the reality of my situation.
I also got into a fight with my little sister today over this situation she's been dealing with since Friday. She recently signed a citation and agreed to pay a fine for an act she didn't commit and was talked into and happy to sign. I don't understand how she feels and I guess it isn't my place to feel any certain way about it but I don't think she should take all of this crap lying down. The person on the other end of all of this shit is a total bitch who I'd like to punch in the face if given the opportunity.
Work also sucks, but thats another entry for another day. Even writing here is a trial, I just feel so ugh. ugh. ugh. ugh. I don't know. ugh.
I also got into a fight with my little sister today over this situation she's been dealing with since Friday. She recently signed a citation and agreed to pay a fine for an act she didn't commit and was talked into and happy to sign. I don't understand how she feels and I guess it isn't my place to feel any certain way about it but I don't think she should take all of this crap lying down. The person on the other end of all of this shit is a total bitch who I'd like to punch in the face if given the opportunity.
Work also sucks, but thats another entry for another day. Even writing here is a trial, I just feel so ugh. ugh. ugh. ugh. I don't know. ugh.
Tuesday, November 08, 2005
PittStop V...
I was SO amped for PittStop this year, which is something I haven't felt since I think the second PittStop. I was really pleasantly surprised by the new life the committee was able to breathe into the event and how smoothly the event ran overall. The hard work that they all put in months prior to the event really showed and it was a wonderful time. The t-shirts were still awful, but I digress.
Here is the rundown:
Friday: 2:30PM I meet Hyong, Jess and Laura and we begin the journey. After an uneventful stop in Breezewood we arrive at the house where we were supposed to stay. To say it was the creepiest house I have ever been in is not an exaggeration. Hyperbole isn't necessary to convey how horrific this house was. If a dead body fell out of one of the many hall closets, I wouldn't have been surprised. What really convinced me that I could NOT stay at this house was the "shower" which literally, was a bathtub with a hose attached.
After leaving the house we head to the dance. I manage to forget that Pittsburgh is notorious for 1/2 streets that don't connect through so we arrived at the dance only slightly delayed. On our way there I see Darcy going into the venue. I think I literally squealed and yelled "DARCY!" while also telling Hyong to take the next left. I haven't seen Darcy in ages, turns out she is in Denver now, possibly heading to California for grad school. We get to the dance I have to bum a dollar to get in. Little did I know this would be a recurring theme throughout the weekend as my bank mysteriously decided to freeze my account.
I get inside and the first person I see is Gail. Words can not express how happy this makes me. I adore Gail, she really is one of the most awesome people I know and to be half as awesome as her would be an accomplishment. She points me in the direction of Kate. I ran over and I think I might have spear tackled her out of excitement. You know you are in for a Katetastic weekend when literally the first thing she does after she tells you hello is hand you a Nalgene full of WTF and tells you to take a swig. When the sticky sweet tang of what you know will eventually turn into the worst hangover of your life fades from your mouth you are left with the most pleasant warm feeling all over. With her are Disco, Darcy a group of Canuks and Brian. She introduces me around and I get set to dance. The band was ok, kind of stoic a little boring but good. I was more interested in looking for my friends who were slowly arriving.
After a detour to the Blue Note (which still retains the title of my favorite bar ever) it was on to the late night dance. Afterthought provided the music for the dance and for being thrown together annually for PittStop, Afterthought are surprisingly good, though I was too exhausted to really dance. Thankfully Brian offered to host Kate and I after explained the housing situation we were facing. So after a long long long night of dancing we crashed at his place.
Saturday: Brian made Kate and I waffles which earned him the title of best host ever in my book and then it was onto the Saturday afternoon dance at the IBEW. Kate taught Brian a swing out and I got in a good dance with Asian Alan. At the end of his set Falty played a kick ass version of Black and Tan Fantasy, it is my new mission to hunt it down. After the dance I had planned on meeting up with my little sister, however since my funds were frozen I wasn't able to.
We had made plans to dine at Pasta Too in Bethel park with Disco, Gail, two of Disco's friends and Neil. After gorging myself on fried dough and wedding soup I wasn't able to touch my meal, regardless it was a great time. Kate and I sent Brian and Neil on a mission to buy tequila before the dance. The Saturday Night dance was nothing short of AMAZING, made possible by the addition of Aliza and the soundtrack provided by the Boilermakers. I blame the BMJB for my unreasonably high standards for bands at dance events, and they really outdid themselves for PittStop. FanFUCKINGtastic. It makes me so happy to see them gain more and more popularity thought the national scene, because they deserve all the recognition they get . I have yet to see any other band put more heart and more energy into every show.
I hop into Aliza's car and after a stop for smokes and a call to Damien, we head into the late night. The Solomon Douglas Trio was a perfect fit for late night. I was tired but I had a great time socializing and listening to the music. There was a blues room, but I gave up on it after realizing that I can't blues for crap with Kate when sober and more importantly there wasn't really anyone aside from Kate (and maybe 2 other leads) that I really wanted to dance with. Aliza and I said our goodbyes as she had to leave to go write a paper. I was so happy she came, I heart Aliza. Shortly after Darcy said her goodbyes and bowed out.
We knew after the dance that there needed to be a party. The question was where. After some venue juggling a place was found. Honestly, I was shocked this woman offered to host the party. I don't think she knew what she was getting into. Kate and I head to the kitchen. Set up the liquor. Others arrive, time for body shots. After letting Kate take my body shot virginity (I know, I know, I know it seems impossible I've been in Pittsburgh for so long without having done one, but it's true.) Kate becomes the shot master, she tells everyone who to lick and where and what to drink. This leads to pretty much everyone getting pretty toasted, pretty quickly. The hostess came in on several occasions to tell us to use our inside voices. There was a small amount of dancing that took place, but nothing will ever rival Jacki's after hours. It was pretty tame all things considered. I spent the evening (or early morning) punching people. It was a quality belligerent state I was in.
Sunday: After about 2 hours the hostess kicks us outside and Sierradave, Brian, Kate and I are sitting outside on her stoop, sobering up enough to drive back to Brian's to crash this went on for about 2 hours. I had the honor of driving. Thankfully, none of us died. We had planned to crash for an hour before meeting Disco and Gail for brunch. This did not happen. Slept until about 2:00PM and then went to the Sunday afternoon dance at Sanctuary. Left from there and arrived back at the old Idaho Ave. homestead around 9:30PM
It was a wonderful weekend all said and told. I miss everyone a whole lot already and I can't wait for the next round of Pittsburgh style carnage. Pictures will be forthcoming in a later post.
Here is the rundown:
Friday: 2:30PM I meet Hyong, Jess and Laura and we begin the journey. After an uneventful stop in Breezewood we arrive at the house where we were supposed to stay. To say it was the creepiest house I have ever been in is not an exaggeration. Hyperbole isn't necessary to convey how horrific this house was. If a dead body fell out of one of the many hall closets, I wouldn't have been surprised. What really convinced me that I could NOT stay at this house was the "shower" which literally, was a bathtub with a hose attached.
After leaving the house we head to the dance. I manage to forget that Pittsburgh is notorious for 1/2 streets that don't connect through so we arrived at the dance only slightly delayed. On our way there I see Darcy going into the venue. I think I literally squealed and yelled "DARCY!" while also telling Hyong to take the next left. I haven't seen Darcy in ages, turns out she is in Denver now, possibly heading to California for grad school. We get to the dance I have to bum a dollar to get in. Little did I know this would be a recurring theme throughout the weekend as my bank mysteriously decided to freeze my account.
I get inside and the first person I see is Gail. Words can not express how happy this makes me. I adore Gail, she really is one of the most awesome people I know and to be half as awesome as her would be an accomplishment. She points me in the direction of Kate. I ran over and I think I might have spear tackled her out of excitement. You know you are in for a Katetastic weekend when literally the first thing she does after she tells you hello is hand you a Nalgene full of WTF and tells you to take a swig. When the sticky sweet tang of what you know will eventually turn into the worst hangover of your life fades from your mouth you are left with the most pleasant warm feeling all over. With her are Disco, Darcy a group of Canuks and Brian. She introduces me around and I get set to dance. The band was ok, kind of stoic a little boring but good. I was more interested in looking for my friends who were slowly arriving.
After a detour to the Blue Note (which still retains the title of my favorite bar ever) it was on to the late night dance. Afterthought provided the music for the dance and for being thrown together annually for PittStop, Afterthought are surprisingly good, though I was too exhausted to really dance. Thankfully Brian offered to host Kate and I after explained the housing situation we were facing. So after a long long long night of dancing we crashed at his place.
Saturday: Brian made Kate and I waffles which earned him the title of best host ever in my book and then it was onto the Saturday afternoon dance at the IBEW. Kate taught Brian a swing out and I got in a good dance with Asian Alan. At the end of his set Falty played a kick ass version of Black and Tan Fantasy, it is my new mission to hunt it down. After the dance I had planned on meeting up with my little sister, however since my funds were frozen I wasn't able to.
We had made plans to dine at Pasta Too in Bethel park with Disco, Gail, two of Disco's friends and Neil. After gorging myself on fried dough and wedding soup I wasn't able to touch my meal, regardless it was a great time. Kate and I sent Brian and Neil on a mission to buy tequila before the dance. The Saturday Night dance was nothing short of AMAZING, made possible by the addition of Aliza and the soundtrack provided by the Boilermakers. I blame the BMJB for my unreasonably high standards for bands at dance events, and they really outdid themselves for PittStop. FanFUCKINGtastic. It makes me so happy to see them gain more and more popularity thought the national scene, because they deserve all the recognition they get . I have yet to see any other band put more heart and more energy into every show.
I hop into Aliza's car and after a stop for smokes and a call to Damien, we head into the late night. The Solomon Douglas Trio was a perfect fit for late night. I was tired but I had a great time socializing and listening to the music. There was a blues room, but I gave up on it after realizing that I can't blues for crap with Kate when sober and more importantly there wasn't really anyone aside from Kate (and maybe 2 other leads) that I really wanted to dance with. Aliza and I said our goodbyes as she had to leave to go write a paper. I was so happy she came, I heart Aliza. Shortly after Darcy said her goodbyes and bowed out.
We knew after the dance that there needed to be a party. The question was where. After some venue juggling a place was found. Honestly, I was shocked this woman offered to host the party. I don't think she knew what she was getting into. Kate and I head to the kitchen. Set up the liquor. Others arrive, time for body shots. After letting Kate take my body shot virginity (I know, I know, I know it seems impossible I've been in Pittsburgh for so long without having done one, but it's true.) Kate becomes the shot master, she tells everyone who to lick and where and what to drink. This leads to pretty much everyone getting pretty toasted, pretty quickly. The hostess came in on several occasions to tell us to use our inside voices. There was a small amount of dancing that took place, but nothing will ever rival Jacki's after hours. It was pretty tame all things considered. I spent the evening (or early morning) punching people. It was a quality belligerent state I was in.
Sunday: After about 2 hours the hostess kicks us outside and Sierradave, Brian, Kate and I are sitting outside on her stoop, sobering up enough to drive back to Brian's to crash this went on for about 2 hours. I had the honor of driving. Thankfully, none of us died. We had planned to crash for an hour before meeting Disco and Gail for brunch. This did not happen. Slept until about 2:00PM and then went to the Sunday afternoon dance at Sanctuary. Left from there and arrived back at the old Idaho Ave. homestead around 9:30PM
It was a wonderful weekend all said and told. I miss everyone a whole lot already and I can't wait for the next round of Pittsburgh style carnage. Pictures will be forthcoming in a later post.
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