Monday, April 4, 2011

Repression Is The Cure to All Mental Ills

So after my heartbreaking graduate school rejection last week, I decided that instead of doing the freakout thing (which I'm VERY prone to doing), I would instead proceed to repress everything depressing and future-related from my mind for the whole weekend.  This was quite easy to do considering Netflix screwed up and sent me THREE DVDs, instead of my allotted two, so I was set for the whooooooole weekend (more on that in a moment).  Plus, I even had some social events on the agenda, so it was an ideal time to repress.  I thought for sure I would have loads of funny things to blog about after said social calendar, but it turned out to be pretty uneventful.  Here's the breakdown:


Last week something good actually did happen, as I won free concert tickets to a show I desperately wanted to see that was sold out.  The show included a few relatively unknown, "up and coming" young bands playing in this teeny tiny little hole in the wall venue in Minneapolis.  And by "teeny tiny", I mean like the size of my bathroom.  I dropped my camera in a puddle two weekends ago and was therefore unable to take any pictures of said venue, but suffice to say you do NOT want to go there if you are of the agoraphobic type...

You can't be of the poor type either, evidently, since every drink was like $10.  On that note, I would like to know what makes a vodka cranberry at any bar so fucking special that it warrants a $10 plunge in my finances?  Were those cranberries shit out by President Obama or something?!???!  The vodka flown directly to Minneapolis from Moscow??!  IS THIS SHIT LIQUID GOLD OR WHAT??!  It sure didn't taste much different from the Ocean Spray in my refrigerator.  But whatevs, I'll stop complaining now.

The show itself was AWESOME, save for a few extremely tall and annoying hipsters next to me who insisted on testing my fist's self control, and the girl behind me whose bangly bracelets kept getting caught on my shirt.  Sometimes, concert-going is a little trying on my patience, which probably explains why I don't go to very many anymore.

Editor's Note:  I found this rather hilarious blog entry about these annoying people, and I'd like to point out that "the guy in the fedora and suspenders" AND the "guys who are too cool to sing or dance to the music" were present at this show in mass quantities.  Though I prefer to call the latter "the guys/gals with sticks up their asses".  

I did proceed to drink my troubles away at the show, so that was a plus.  Here's a little video that will probably take you to YouTube because my site's not cool enough to show it.  Just pretend that sultry brunette in the front row of their super-cool-and-not-at-all-pretentious concert footage is me.  Swearsies, it was.

Please also note (in case you were too lazy to click on the link) that this song has all necessary elements for song awesomeness:  Mindless repetition, a dark theme (homicidal teenager) disguised by a poppy beat, whistling, AND handclaps.  LOVES IT.


Spent the first part of the day recovering from Friday, which included bitching about annoying things to my pal on the way back home from Minneapolis, and "resting my eyes" when I got home.  But it was only for a minute.

Then, I went to my cousin's wedding, which included more eye resting:

Very sleepy/hungover Bianca, with a very angry Ba-Bi Mama frowning over my lack of participation in the chicken dance.
You'd think she'd be used to this by now.


Absolute ass-sitting fest that lasted the WHOLE DAY.  I'm extremely embarrassed pleased to disclose that I have decided to view a staple of 90s popular culture that I was too smart stupid to watch the first time, but seemed to capture the hearts of young girls everywhere.  Yes, I'm talking about the deep, enlightened, intellectual, Dawson's Creek.

Social commentary included in red.

Dawson's Creek is like my crack-cocaine of the moment in that it makes me feel insanely stupid while I'm watching it, but I just can't resist pushing the "Next" button on the remote as soon as the current episode concludes.  I watch this teenage drivel and I wonder if I was ever that stupid in high school, and why I'm devoting my extremely important time to a show that was marketed towards 12-year-old girls a decade ago.  I tell myself that "I have nothing better to watch", or that I have a crush on sixteen-year-old-Pacey the grown adult actor named Joshua Jackson, or that I'm emotionally delayed and I need the education, or... Well, any number of stupid excuses.

Editor's Note:  I was writing this as I was watching The Daily Show, and wouldn't you know it, but James Van Der Beek was "interviewed" about Katie Holmes!  And I'm pretty sure that asshole interviewer ruined the end of the show for me, but I'm going to pretend I didn't hear it.  Pretty big coincidence though, eh?

And, I may or may not have consumed an entire jar a teaspoon of salsa... and just a couple of chips.

That really didn't happen.
Or, maybe it did.


Hope you all had a great weekend!



theTsaritsa said...

I've never watched Dawson's Creek-- should I start? And I stopped going to concerts for the very same reason-- I hate standing for too long and you usually have to stand, and people drive me nuts. Especially in big crowds.

ShellyTalks said...

I used to watch Dawson's Creek with my older sister, but never got the appeal. But I sort of want to watch it now.

And for the record, I eat an entire jar of salsa in one sitting all of the time. It's nothing to be ashamed of ;)

Meri said...

oh man, I love making fun of Dawsons creek! It makes me laugh that I took it semi-seriously as a grade schooler.

I eat obscene amounts of salsa. I'm not proud, but I ain't ashamed either :)

Johnny Madrid aka Tim E. said...

Ah, the good old days. Dawson and co. I used to watch that show for Michelle Williams. Weird, you happen to mention this 'cause i see a Dawson, Pacy and joey situation play out in front of me with some younger folk i know. It's uncanny!

I just realized, i never ate Salsa. I must try that. Oh, and all the band members in that clip look like Zack Snyder. All of them.

Anyways, good to have ya back, up and running, etc, etc. Haven't lost your wit. Still a funny post :)

Christianna said...

I say you should start having concerts in your bathroom, sounds like you could make some extra money fast! I kinda love live music, concerts haven't quite lost their appeal.

I never watched "Dawson's Creek", but I'm totally hooked on "Roswell" right now, you should give that one a try after your done with Dawson.

Oh P.S. check yo e-mail!

Bi said...

@Tsaritsa: Ugh, I know what you mean. People drive me crazy in small quantities, much less all packed together like sardines!!

@Shelly: You should!! I get to live vicariously through the characters since I was a loser in school that did nothing but study. LAME. ;)

@Meri: I do remember eating copious amounts of salsa at your residence on several birthday outings... ;)

@Johnny: I think Michelle Williams looks like a little gopher! I mean, don't get me wrong, gophers are fricking adorable, but I don't know if that's the look she's really going for... Beady little eyes, you know.

Also, no salsa??!? Holy crap, boy! That's all I have to say! ;)

@Christianna: Ah, yes, Roswell... I remember that show! I have attitude towards that Heigel girl now, but perhaps I should give it another try. I don't know if I watched anything beyond the first season... Thanks for the tip!!

Jen said...

Ugh, I can so relate.

I remember when my 12 year-old sister watched Dawson's Creek. I used to make fun of her for watching such crap, and then I'd retreat into my 21 year-old bedroom and watch 90210 reruns. Years later, when I was in my late 20's, I found myself making fun of the current generation of tweens who watched crap like The OC. "Lame", I'd think, as I settled in for a Dawson's Creek marathon weekend. Now I'm in my mid-30's and desperate for a new, totally age-inappropriate show. I'm on the verge of a Melrose Place marathon.

Oh, and salsa's a vegetable, so you're good.