And another eventful day in the life of moi.
So today I was supposed to work. Strike that. Got up at noon, called in sick, slept till 5.
Then, the Rufus Wainwright concert. Yes, people, I did attend. Fear not.
But I almost didn't. See, I brought my kid brother. This was not going to be a big deal, see. Even tho it said people under 18 had to have a guardian, I called the box office and they said I'd be cool. Cool. Yea right.
The security guy called us out, said he needed a parent. Sent us to the box office, said it was their rule. Box office said that whoever said I'd be cool being my bro's guardian was whack, said they never allowed that, and it wasn't their rule, but security's rule. So I go back to security, this time to the people up at balcony rather than the guys by the floor.
I cried. The guy at balcony said he'd have let us in, but we had floor seats. He said either switch tickets, or go tell the guys by floor that he said it was cool. I tried talking to the guys at floor, but they are all fucking ASSHOLES.
So... I HAD FLOOR SEATS, but I fucking TRADED them for balcony seats so the nice man upstairs would let us sneak in illegally. Only for him to play me and be all, "Sorry, can't let you in, I saw you trade tickets. SIKE!"
Not funny, man, not funny. I'm soooo full of estrogen right now -- NOT FUNNY. So, I cried a little, then Michelle found us and we sat by them.
Ben Kweller, the guy who started for Rufus... imagine like, Wayne and Garth and David Bowie (according to the bro) all in one. All hyped, got the audience pumped... then Rufus comes on.
"This song is about death. Here we go." And that was the theme for the evening... death.
"This song is also about a dead person. Haha, next dead person on the list!"
And... he sang The Art Teacher. "This song is about wishing... for statiatory rape. It happens."
And he did Hallelujiah, folks. With his sister. It was PHENOMINAL.
Rufus is so damn gay. <3
So today I was supposed to work. Strike that. Got up at noon, called in sick, slept till 5.
Then, the Rufus Wainwright concert. Yes, people, I did attend. Fear not.
But I almost didn't. See, I brought my kid brother. This was not going to be a big deal, see. Even tho it said people under 18 had to have a guardian, I called the box office and they said I'd be cool. Cool. Yea right.
The security guy called us out, said he needed a parent. Sent us to the box office, said it was their rule. Box office said that whoever said I'd be cool being my bro's guardian was whack, said they never allowed that, and it wasn't their rule, but security's rule. So I go back to security, this time to the people up at balcony rather than the guys by the floor.
I cried. The guy at balcony said he'd have let us in, but we had floor seats. He said either switch tickets, or go tell the guys by floor that he said it was cool. I tried talking to the guys at floor, but they are all fucking ASSHOLES.
So... I HAD FLOOR SEATS, but I fucking TRADED them for balcony seats so the nice man upstairs would let us sneak in illegally. Only for him to play me and be all, "Sorry, can't let you in, I saw you trade tickets. SIKE!"
Not funny, man, not funny. I'm soooo full of estrogen right now -- NOT FUNNY. So, I cried a little, then Michelle found us and we sat by them.
Ben Kweller, the guy who started for Rufus... imagine like, Wayne and Garth and David Bowie (according to the bro) all in one. All hyped, got the audience pumped... then Rufus comes on.
"This song is about death. Here we go." And that was the theme for the evening... death.
"This song is also about a dead person. Haha, next dead person on the list!"
And... he sang The Art Teacher. "This song is about wishing... for statiatory rape. It happens."
And he did Hallelujiah, folks. With his sister. It was PHENOMINAL.
Rufus is so damn gay. <3