On Tuesday, Joe and I headed up to Cleveland to check out the Goldfinger/Less Than Jake show at the House of Blues. It was also an opportunity to pick up my bridesmaid dress for Nicole's wedding next weekend.
We decided to spend the night and chose to stay at the Hyatt Arcade, since it was right across the street from HOB. Let me tell you, it was one of the most awesome hotels we've ever stayed at. The lobby is the interior of the old Arcade, and it is awe inspiring to see the vaulted glass ceiling.
Anyway, we quickly checked in and then attempted to cross the street to grab some drinks and a bite to eat before the show. Unfortunately, there was a torrential downpour so we were soaked by the time we crossed the street. We settled on appetizers at the HOB, which I have to say were pretty yummy. We had calamari and quesadillas. My only complaint was the draft beer choices. Pitiful. Coors light, Bud Light, and Smithwicks. WTF?
We headed over to check out the show. The opening act were the Suburban Legends. They were hilarious - check them out. They had some choreography to go with their ska. Joe and I admired their ability to get the entire crowd to ska dance en masse. It's been years since I've seen that many bobbling ska heads.
Then came Goldfinger, who were incredible. We stayed in the pit for them. I haven't moshed like that years. I seriously saw my life flash before my eyes a couple of times and there was a point where I was convinced I was going to die in the pit. But I didn't. I didn't even spill my beer! or get beer spilled on me!
After Goldfinger, we decided to make like old people and grab some seats in the balcony. We had a prime view. However, once Less Than Jake came on, I got mad that I wasn't in the pit. Joe kept trying to calm me down, but I tend to be a beligerent drunk. They started off with "Johnny Quest Thinks We're Sellouts" and I kept pointing to our seats whenever they said "Sellouts." Joe told me to shut up. So, I opted instead to dance in my seat and rock out the best I could given my situation.
During their second song, Roger, the dreadlocked bassist, took notice of me. He flashed me the...uh...rock out devil horn thingie. I don't know what that's called and Joe isn't here to school me. Anyway, after the song finished the band started talking to the audience. "All you people on the floor," Chris says, "are awesome." "And all you people in the balcony are just sitting there with your colostomy bags" continues Roger, "except that girl right there!" and he points to me and the lights flash up on me. It was awesome. I got my own personal shout out from my favorite LTJ member. After that, I was on cloud 9. Eventually, I got Joe to go downstairs back to the pit. It was a good time. They played like 3 encores and all of my favorite songs. Best LTJ show to date, and I can't even tell you how many times I've seen them live.
The next morning we enjoyed breakfast at the hotel. An omlette with all the fixins. Then we called off work and drove back. One of our fish, Kenny, had been sick, so we traveled out to Petsmart to test the water and see what we could do for him. We finished up with dinner at Salvi's. I had spaghetti and meatballs as usual. It's the only thing I get in Italian restaurants. I figure it is the best basis for comparison.
I then head to Anatomy class. Today was our first lab practical and our first time working with the cadavers. For some reason, once I got to lab my stomach really started hurting. I also couldn't stop sneezing. I wondered in the back of my head if it was the preservative that was bothering me. Maybe I was allergic? But, I've taken biology before and never had a problem in the past with that all to infamous smell. But, as class progressed, I began feeling sicker and sicker.
After lab, we had lecture in a room downstairs. As I sat there, I felt worse and worse, like I was about to puke. I almost thought I'd have to get up and leave I felt so sick. Luckily, he ended lecture early.
I drove home like a bat out of hell. I didn't get there a moment sooner before the projectile vomit started.
And so I had food poisoning once again. Or stomach flu. or something.
Go figure. this happens everytime I go to Cleveland.
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