...and all I got were these couple crappy pictures.


OMG OMG OMG OMG!!! It's Dave's tour bus!



...and there he goes, making a beeline for the entrance to the arena with nary a glance in my direction. So close, yet so far...



At least Taylor Hawkins was nice enough to stop, say hello, and smile for my camera!

Labels: bitching, Foo Fighters, music, pictures, sheer insanity, travel

Just got back from the penultimate show of this Foo tour.

Unfortunately, I got COLD BUSTED at the door with my Nikon (man, is ANYTHING going my way lately???). So I had to turn around and take it back to the car. Damn.

The show was okay but I think they're just tired! Their last show is tomorrow night at the Meadowlands. Dave's voice is sounding worn down.

I do have a teensy bit of good news, though: in true stalker form, I sat outside the stage door of the venue this afternoon for almost three hours, waiting for the guys to come to soundcheck. The Huz was with me almost the entire time (thanks honey! You're the BEST!).

At around 3:30 p.m., two tricked-out tour buses pull up right next to us. Dave and Chris pop out of the first one and go straight into the arena. Didn't even look in our direction--and there were only about seven fans standing around outside.

Nate, Pat Smear, Rami Jaffee, and Taylor hopped out of the second bus. I yelled hello to each of them, and they posed for a picture for me! Taylor was especially nice.

I also got a picture of me and Sean Cox, their guitar tech. Very cool guy!

Here's the sucky part: later in the afternoon, I accidentally deleted the GREAT picture of Pat and Rami. I am so pissed at myself!

I still have a nice shot of Taylor smiling for the camera, and two shots of Mr. Grumpy--er, Grohl--making a beeline for the stage door.

I'll post the shots in the next day or two when I get home. My inlaws claim to have high-speed internet here, but I suspect otherwise. Plus, their mouse is pretty much shot and that is seriously aggravating me now. I can't work under these conditions! /diva rant

Labels: bad news, concerts, family, Foo Fighters, good news, marriage, music, pictures, sheer idiocy, sheer insanity, travel

Just received "the call" from my recruiter. I didn't get the job at Company X.

They decided, not surprisingly, to extend the offer to the other candidate who had actual real-life relationship management experience.

Oh well. It was a great experience for me and I got good feedback on it. The recruiter told me that both the local and West Coast people I met with really liked me, thought I was very poised in a stressful situation, and would definitely put me on the short list of candidates if another opportunity arises.

Boo.

Labels: bad news, work

I'm sooooo looking forward to seeing Mr. Grohl and Company again.

This will be the third show from this tour that I've attended.

And the first time I've ever paid actual face value for a Foo Fighters concert ticket.

Have a great weekend, everybody!

Labels: concerts, Foo Fighters, music, pictures, travel

So I went to a Three Dog Night concert over the weekend (shut up).

I did it as a favor to my "second mom" Marcie and her aunt.

Odds were good that I was the youngest person in the venue. But they still put on a pretty good show.

I made Marcie crack up while we were waiting in the theatre's vestibule for the doors to open. An older woman a few people ahead of us bent over to tie her shoe, and a small plastic baggie fell out of her open purse.

"Hey, you dropped your weed!" I called out, just loudly enough for Marcie to hear.

Marcie started laughing.

"Actually," I corrected myself, "you dropped your Geritol."

Then Marcie completely lost it.

Bah-dum-dum!

Labels: concerts, friends, funny stuff, music, pictures

Hibiscus on my deck.

Sigh...back to work in eight hours.

Oh yeah. I nearly broke my hand this afternoon. As it is, I bruised it very badly, which I think is sometimes worse than a fracture. Some of the skin on the top of my hand completely peeled away, too. Gross!

The cause of it is so stupid that I don't even want to mention it, but let's just say it involved a very sweaty and devious Huz chasing me around the house, in his underwear.

Good times.

Labels: bad news, health, marriage, Philly burbs, pictures, sheer idiocy

I've been feeling that way lately, more so than usual for me. Not sure why.

I feel like I'm waiting for something really major to happen.

Historically, this has galvanized me into some kind of new project. That usually perks me right up. Doing home renovations, taking classes on a subject that I want to learn more about, planning a trip.

Hmmm.

Right now I just feel like I'm killing time.

I hate this.

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I went out tonight around 9 p.m. with my camera, looking for something interesting to shoot. I wasn't expecting much, since the sun had already set and Limerick isn't exactly the hub of excitement, even on a Saturday night. But then I remembered that the local fire company was having their annual summer carnival.

I wandered around the decidedly tiny fairgrounds for a little over an hour with my camera and tripod, and made quite a few friends in that short amount of time. Nothing like a tripod and professional-looking camera to spark people's curiosity.

I wound up talking to the guys working the rides for a while. One of them, the owner's nephew, asked how much I'd charge to sell him some of my pictures.

Since this was my first time taking long-exposure night pictures, I didn't feel comfortable with the idea of selling my shots to someone. So I just gave him my email address and told him to shoot me a message, to which I would respond with a few picture attachments.

He really, REALLY loved this picture in particular. It's a long-exposure shot of a ride called the Tornado.


And for nostalgia's sake...an oldie-but-goodie:



Be good, you guys.

Labels: bitching, Philly burbs, pictures

Hellooooooo, John Mayer!!!

You put on a really fantastic (as always) show last night at the E-Centre/Tweeter Center/Susquehanna Bank Center/whatever the hell its name is this week. However, I must admit that besides your stellar dexterity and musical genius, I was most impressed by your mesmerizing, newly-developed upper body. Even though I was about sixty rows from the stage, your seemingly recent conversion to full-out stud was glaringly obvious, though I'm sure the collective gasp by the 96.2% female audience upon your arrival onstage must've tipped you off to that fact.






See you in A.C. in August. Kisses!

-Lori

PS - Don't be embarrassed. You look GREAT.

Labels: concerts, John Mayer, music, Philadelphia, pictures

I flove Richard Marx.

I'm serious. I think his songs were catchy and he had great vocals.

I guess I also have a soft spot for him because my hairstyle in the latter part of the 1980s bore a frightening resemblance to his.

Do you think I should seek professional help?

Enjoy these videos, shot during the peak of 1980s bad hair and fashion.





And Happy Independence Day!!!

Labels: funny stuff, holidays, music, nostalgia, opinions, The 80s