Sunday night we headed to Easton to check out the Bodies Exhibit. Afterwards, we decided to wander around the "Towne Center" and people watch. We entered the mall and saw that Andy Dick was performing at the Funnybone. I absolutely HATE stand up comedy and neither of us are Andy Dick fans, but come on...it's Andy Dick! You couldn't pass it up.
We approached the box office and asked if there were tickets left. The girl explained that Andy had offended some people with his earlier performances, resulting in some people actually walking out. She asked if we were easily offended. We aren't. So we were in.
We grabbed dinner at Abuelos. We shared a pitcher of house margarita. Yum! We were plenty tanked and ready to see Andy.
T-minus 2 hours to go, however. We had more time than we realized, so we headed over to the Max and Erma's Sundae Bar to waste some time. Drunk munchies are the best, especially when it comes to an ice cream buffet.
Finally, 7PM rolled around, so we headed back over to the Funnybone.
The show was great. Andy sat on stage accompanied by a guitarist. They played music, sang songs, talked about the big "walk out." He told offending jokes. We laughed, we drank. It was awesome.
At the end of the show, we hung around for a chance to meet Andy. Sure enough, he came out to see his fans. This resulted in plenty of groping, for both the men and the ladies, myself and Joe not excluded. Joe flashed the perfect picture as Andy planted one on my cheek.
Gotta love a good Dick Kiss.
Monday, August 27, 2007
Saturday, August 25, 2007
Partied too hard
Last Saturday was an interesting experience. We rocked the party as hard as ever.
It was the Reel Big Fish/Less Than Jake show at the Newport--the concert of the summer.
After a quick shower, we started the trek to campus. Less than one block down the street, this screeching cat came out of nowhere. “Meeeoww!” I am not exactly a cat lover, so I let out a blood curdling scream, and started running, thinking I was about to be attacked by a angst-ridden feline. Instead, the cat started purring and rubbing up against my legs. It meowed a little more. I thanked it for being so excited to see me, but explained that we had a concert to attend, so we continued with our walk. The cat stared at us, dumbfounded, as we continued up to High Street.
Two blocks later, we pass a porch party. A happy little dog was jumping around on his owner’s lap. We continue down the sidewalk. All the sudden we hear some barking, lots of chains rattling, and before we knew it, this little dog had chased us down the street and began jumping up and licking my fingers. The woman apologized, and grabbed the excited pup who finally relented to her arms.
“I’m sorry,” I apologized to her, “it appears we are attracting the neighborhood animals this evening.”
We made it up to High Street without anymore animal attacks. We were a bit early and weren’t interested in checking out the opening bands, so we proceeded next door to Bento Go-Go. They had just opened, and the bartender was cleaning up from the night before. He welcomed us in, poured us some delicious Saketinis, and engaged us in conversation about his upcoming move to Florida. He then encouraged us (successfully) to try the Cactus Bowl, a 5-shot beverage topped with 151. Delicious! It was exactly what we needed to get us ready for the concert. It came to be about time, so we wished him luck and proceeded back next door.
Every Less Than Jake show we run into some high school friends of Joe’s, David and Matt. Sure enough, we’re standing in the beer line and the guys spot us. They have the upstairs open for this packed show, so we head to the balcony. We make it to the top and Joe falls down the stairs. Miraculously, he does not spill his beer. He is, however, injured. He shakes it off like a real champ, though, and we rock out through Reel Big Fish. After they get off the stage, some spots at the edge of the balcony clear. We snag the prime spots. Less Than Jake comes on, and I swear, neither of us have ever danced as hard. Joe actually manages to punch himself in the face, knocking off his glasses.
At the end of the show, we are approached by a guy from the audience. “I just want to tell you guys that you ROCK!” he says. You know it is a compliment when a guy is paying more attention to your dancing then he is Less Than Jake’s awesome live show.
That was the best concert either of us can remember.
P.S. Joe has since begun healing.
It was the Reel Big Fish/Less Than Jake show at the Newport--the concert of the summer.
After a quick shower, we started the trek to campus. Less than one block down the street, this screeching cat came out of nowhere. “Meeeoww!” I am not exactly a cat lover, so I let out a blood curdling scream, and started running, thinking I was about to be attacked by a angst-ridden feline. Instead, the cat started purring and rubbing up against my legs. It meowed a little more. I thanked it for being so excited to see me, but explained that we had a concert to attend, so we continued with our walk. The cat stared at us, dumbfounded, as we continued up to High Street.
Two blocks later, we pass a porch party. A happy little dog was jumping around on his owner’s lap. We continue down the sidewalk. All the sudden we hear some barking, lots of chains rattling, and before we knew it, this little dog had chased us down the street and began jumping up and licking my fingers. The woman apologized, and grabbed the excited pup who finally relented to her arms.
“I’m sorry,” I apologized to her, “it appears we are attracting the neighborhood animals this evening.”
We made it up to High Street without anymore animal attacks. We were a bit early and weren’t interested in checking out the opening bands, so we proceeded next door to Bento Go-Go. They had just opened, and the bartender was cleaning up from the night before. He welcomed us in, poured us some delicious Saketinis, and engaged us in conversation about his upcoming move to Florida. He then encouraged us (successfully) to try the Cactus Bowl, a 5-shot beverage topped with 151. Delicious! It was exactly what we needed to get us ready for the concert. It came to be about time, so we wished him luck and proceeded back next door.
Every Less Than Jake show we run into some high school friends of Joe’s, David and Matt. Sure enough, we’re standing in the beer line and the guys spot us. They have the upstairs open for this packed show, so we head to the balcony. We make it to the top and Joe falls down the stairs. Miraculously, he does not spill his beer. He is, however, injured. He shakes it off like a real champ, though, and we rock out through Reel Big Fish. After they get off the stage, some spots at the edge of the balcony clear. We snag the prime spots. Less Than Jake comes on, and I swear, neither of us have ever danced as hard. Joe actually manages to punch himself in the face, knocking off his glasses.
At the end of the show, we are approached by a guy from the audience. “I just want to tell you guys that you ROCK!” he says. You know it is a compliment when a guy is paying more attention to your dancing then he is Less Than Jake’s awesome live show.
That was the best concert either of us can remember.
P.S. Joe has since begun healing.
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