I want everyone to know I just had the best week-end I've had in a while.
Friday, of course, was the much-acclaimed, much-awaited, Aerosmith Concert. They were twenty times better this year than last. Much more improvisation, much more energy.
Unfortunately, Katie didn't go. There's some sort of flu going around GMU, and she had to rest up (she's been pushing herself pretty hard (and she's been -ahem- very physically active in the past week or so)). She asked us to sell her ticket at the show, which I agreed to.
We ended up getting to the Nissan Pavilion late, because traffic was backed up for 5-6 miles, so we got there at 7:30, just as the opening act was getting on stage. On the way to gates, a guy stopped us and asked us if we had an extra ticket...he offered us $10. When I declined, he told me that was the best price I'd get for it. When we got to the gate, which took a while, it was getting near eight. I guess I should have gone quietly around and asked if there was anyone interested in buying a ticket, but I'm not famous for that kind of patience. Instead, I held the ticket high in the air and yelled, "Attention! I have an extra ticket that I'm willing to sell at face value! It is for a seat inside the Pavilion itself. It is not a Grass Pass, but an actual seat!" Apparently, you're not supposed to do that. A policeman came along and told me that while I wasn't doing anything illegal, I should move away from the gate to sell the ticket, and be a little more discreet. Otherwise, Nissan Pavilion might kick me out. Stupid rules.
Eventually, I got a girl to offer me $30, which is half of what Katie paid for it. It was already a bit after eight, and we'd completely missed the opening act, so I took the money. It turned out that the girl apparently didn't realize it was for an actual seat, because Cathy, who the seat was next to, said that no-one ever came to the seat.
But the concert was fantastic. I danced, I screamed along to all the songs. They even played "Draw the Line", which I left out of the mix tape I made espcially for the concert because I thought they'd never play it in concert. It was a lot of old stuff, "Sweet Emotion", "Last Child", "Walk This Way", "Dream On", "Pandorah's Box", and "Come Together". The newer songs were "Pink", "Crying", "Nine Lives", "Sweet Taste of India", the Armageddon song, "Rag Doll", "Love in An Elevator", "What it Takes", "Janie's Got a Gun", and "Dude Looks Like a Lady". They also played a couple songs I didn't recognize, but they didn't play their signature song, "Mama Kin". I was a little disappointed about that. They also played a cover of ....something. Damned if I can remember, but it was a Lenny Kravitz or Jimi Hendrix or something song. Pretty popular.
I bought a light-brown shirt, with their logo in red and black on it....I used my birthday money. I took Jon and Dirk to the store to cash the check my grandfather sent me in September. My bank account is down to $9 right now.
After the concert, Dirk's parents were long since in bed, so we had the living room to ourselves a while. I didn't get home until about 2:30.
On Saturday, we had our first practice session in weeks. It went well, and I learned a new song. I've been feeling very inspired to play bass lately, I don't know why. I didn't complain at all, and I was diligent about setting my equipment up correctly.
After practice, we stopped by to see Katie, who was still feeling under the weather, and drove up to Tower. I was tired, so I took a nap in the car while Dirk ran in to get copies of the CityPaper.
Today, we went to Classic Axe in Manassas, to look at guitars. Dirk's going to buy me an acoustic Ovation Bass...$579. I'm thinking of getting him a Jag-Stang for Christmas, but I just don't know. Maybe not. I don't want him to start expecting guitars as gifts. I might just get him a pair sparkly green thong underwear.
Katie, Dirk and I hung out in the evening. We drove up to D.C. to find a club called "The Poetry and Hell Club", on eighteenth street. First, it was hard as hell to find. Then, there was absolutely no parking. So those plans got aborted. Instead, we went back home and went to Bob Evan's. Things were going great, until politics came up. I always want to bury my head under the table when Katie and Dirk start discussing anything political, because they always lock horns. They're just so different. This time, Dirk just went out to the car to take a nap when things got too heated, and Katie and I talked about her new boyfriend, among other things.
We took Dirk to work, and hung out a bit more.
I got home to find a note from Roachboy in my e-mail. He was asking for my address to send me the cell phone money. Then, he had the guts to ask me to send him copies of the tapes of his old band, GABOC. His exact wording was, " if Dirk's telling the truth, please give him the fucking tapes. he owes them to me, and while I don't necessarily want to speak to him, these are my children. this is the sum total of worth of five years of my life, and I'd really like to have something to remember it by. thanks." See, as a last ditch effort to get the money Roachboy owes me back, Dirk gave me all the GABOC tapes, and told Roachboy he'd have to talk to me about getting them back. So, I politely told Roachboy that he'd get copies of them (he lost his set) if, and only if, he paid me back all the money he owes me.
I have the feeling that Roachboy's gonna lose interest in those tapes real quick. Probably bitch me out some more and call me an evil cunt again. It's not as though he wasn't asking for it, though.
By the way, the Universal Login for Geocities is a little irritating.