Breaking news: We made it to the Amoeba Music performance and it was so worth the headache of driving and parking in the city. The Dresden Dolls did not disappoint. They played Sex Changes, Mrs. O, Mandy Goes to Med School, Coin Operated Boy, Half Jack, and three covers (my memory fails me at this moment). I guess you’d call their performance Dresden Dolls Lite or maybe even Diet Dresden Dolls. It was a pretty clean show, which bummed me out because I heart the raunch. I’m grateful that I got a taste of the stuff, but it’s a little bittersweet. Amanda announced that Margaret Cho will MC their show in London this fall. If I could just win the lottery…
In other events: This evening Lucky 10-Key took me to have dinner at Bing Crosby’s. The service was questionable, but I’m learning to roll with the punches (there have been so many this weekend, I’ve lost count). I drank a Greta Garbo martini and had Crab Louie. Delish. The creepy waterboy asked us if we wanted a private tour of the wine room. (Doesn’t that sound like a euphemism for something sinister?) Lucky muttered under her breath that she left her pepper spray at home. I countered with saying that I’ve watched plenty of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I could certainly slay one gangly loser. I’m glad it didn’t come down to that, however. We left the restaurant without incident…
So now Lucky 10-Key and I are dorking out at her apartment instead of hanging out at a rock concert. We’re lounging around in our pajamas playing on our laptops. Even though we haven’t seen one another in months, we talk everyday (send e-mails incessantly and play MASH) so we’ve pretty much exhausted all suitable topics. Any suggestions?
Mini-Update: Apparently I’m not Punk Rock enough to see The Dreseden Dolls in concert. Tear. The concert was canceled yesterday afternoon. After the requisite freaking out I immediately scoured the internet to find any alternative places in the city where I could see my beloved/raunchy Dolls. I discovered that they are doing an in-store performace and signing at Amoeba Music in San Francisco. I called Amoeba Music to double-check and totally gave the Promotions Girl a panic attack when I told her the concert was canceled. She bemoaned the thought that her event may also be in peril. She put me on hold and called the Dolls’ manager and then her store manager. I worked her into a Punk Rock frenzy. It was awesome. So we’re going try this bitch again. I am nothing if not persistent. I didn’t travel almost 400 miles to be denied my chance to Rock Out. I brought my cute shoes and everything, damn it!
Incidentally: I think my memoir should be entitled, “Because I Can’t Travel Anywhere With Less Than Seven Pairs of Shoes.” And, I do apologize for my lack of postiness. My brain has been fried at the end of the day from timekeeping classes, leaving me little snark and wit to report the latest goings on. I’ve started random posts on the tragedy of hip baby names and crazy things my coworkers have done, but I decided not to bore/burden you with these ramblings in nothingness. So think of my lack of blogging as, “No News is Good News.”
I’m getting very excited about my trip to visit my peeps and fam, but panic is starting to set in. I just wrote down a list of things I need to take care of before I leave, and I’m not sure if there are enough tablets to cover it all. All this payroll and timekeeping stuff is really mind boggling and it sucks that I have no one to help me when I have questions. I ask my supervisor things and walk away even more confused than before. So then I pull out my directory and dial my little fingers down to the quick. It’s a tough life I lead in my vast cubby (I don’t think it’s really a cubicle because it’s sorta a triangle).
One of the managers is going to work on the Semester At Sea ship and I am entirely jealous. She’s sailing around the world and all I get out of this arrangement is Leave of Absence paperwork. There is a fabulous opportunity for my admin pals aboard the ship, if you’re interested. It would be rad to see the world, but there’s this thing called money that I need to pay for things like rent, etc. and my landlord really doesn’t care that I want to see the world. Yet my boss was all for encouraging me to go, as if life is that easy! I guess I’ll have to hold out for fame and world domination before I set out on a seafaring life.
In the meantime, I’m starting a list of all the things I look forward to enjoying on my mini-break:
1. Not being at work; 2. Not getting up to go to work; 3. Not going to sleep so I can get up on time for work; 4. Home cooking and eating out, really…food of any kind that doesn’t come in a microwaveable sleeve; 5. Shopping (enough said); 6. Everyday low prices at the supermarkets and none of this Club Card business; 7. Coffee and books and gabbing with various Gal Pals; 8. Tile, hardwood, granite, and berber carpet–all clean surfaces that have that homeowner feel and none of the gritty, sticky stuff in my apartment; 9. Accidental tanning sessions and lounging by the pool, because I’m way too pasty for July; 10. Hanging out in the city with Lucky 10-Key and going to see The Dresden Dolls!!!!!!!!!!!!
I just have to get through another week and I’ll be a happy valley girl!