Halloweenie

Before I get into my boring life, I would like to do a little update on my brothers not-so-boring life. My bro is in Paris right now, on a month long tour through all those wonderful places with his band. I am so excited for him, I can't even describe it. It's an awesome feeling knowing my own bro is doing such super cool things. Yesterday I heard the Ford commercial that playes bro's said band. When it came on, I freaked. I flipped. I flapjacked. It was like that scene in That Thing You Do! when the boys here their song on the radio for the first time. I jumped off the couch, threw the tutu I was working on to the floor, and screamed. I made lots of squeeky noises until I called my Mom. I had to repeat my story to her about three times until she could actually understand me. It was a proud moment.

Now, on to my boring life...
I'm sitting here on the couch in an owl costume waiting for my co-worker to come over and do my make-up (one of the perks of working at a salon). I'm the owl from the Tootsie Roll commercial this year, and my main man the tootsie roll pop. (Pervy inuendo not intended) I made my costume myself, brown tights, brown/black/white/yellow tutu with feathers, black shirt, brown vest with feathers, round glasses, and a grad cap. The costume is pretty great. except for the vest. I didn't bother measuring it and just played it by ear. I ended up with a vest fot for an infant. It's so tiny, but I am wearing it anyway. Whatev, I'll pretend I made it this way on purpose.
Other than howl-o-ween, not too much new. Excited for my pup in November, and not so excited for the cold and crappy weather.


Um, ok, bye.

Bummer, Boise.

I've been in down mood these past few days.
After much anticipation, the boys of The Shaky Hands made their way to Boise to shake this city right. I spread the word like mono in a middle school. I was so excited for this show, ready to rock it out with the Boise night life. Ready to dance with my fellow town mates. Ready to show them how Oregon does it. Ready. Ready...
Neurolux at 8:30 pm. A handful of tried and true pals set up at the front of the venue. Show is about to begin. Fat asses at the bar and frat boys at the pool tables were all to be had. I hang my head.
Where is everyone? In Oregon, a show like this would be jammin'. In Eugene, a show like this would have already been shut down with max capacity and the smell of booze. But here, in Boise, it was a whole 'nother story. I have some hypothesis as to why things stunk ass, here they are:

1. It was a spendy show. $10 for a Thursday night gig? I admit, if I wasn't on the list, or if it were any other band, I probably wouldn't pay that much either.
2. Here in barbaric Boise, you're still allowed to smoke in the bars. Apparently second hand smoke doesn't exist here. Perhaps the potatoes filter the state? A sign was put up on the door asking for no smoking for this show. FANTASTIC, I thought. But not to the people of B-town. Cancer sticks trump good tunes, and many turned away to go suck on their turds somewhere else. Good Riddance, stinks.
3. Thursday. It was a Thursday. Once again, in Eugene, this wouldn't have been a problem. Thirsty Thursday, it's just another day to your weekend. Not so here, I guess.
4. UFC Fights and shit beer- Idaho's preferred past time, was not present at this show.
5. No one dances. Bo Jangles is not alive in the spirits of the Idaho peoples.

Despite the poor outcome, I danced my little heart out like any other show. I left the venue with out a burning throat and made my way home to make the boys Mac'n'Cheese before calling it a night.
Ugh.

Ok, enough down talk. It's not all bad here. Like I've been telling my Momma, my quality of life is much better here than it ever was in Eugene. I am more healthy and productive. It's just the whole- new girl- new land- that has hit me. I'm sure it will pass...

10/09/09

Dear Idaho,
I hate you.
Sincerely,
Me