What a Night!

I won tickets off of 90.5 The Night (Brookdale Public Radio) to see the Raconteurs last night at the House of Blues in AC. All I can say is... Fabulous! They were totally awesome. My husband and I at first were like "what the hell are we doing here" with all the college kids and glue heads and completely strange people. I didn't get it -- the kids looked way too young to drink, but everyone was at the bar ordering things mixed with Red Bull and getting totally crippled,and the adults older than us looked like wary chaperones caught up in some awful joke. The opening band Dr. Dog was sooooo bad. Every 3minutes I was checking my phone for the time... and for an instant I felt like text messaging someone just to pass the time... just terrible! Chris and I just laughed.

When the Raconteurs came on I think we were about 15 deep from the stage and all of a sudden I forgot that I had been standing for the past 2 1/2 hours, and that moments ago my old body was tired -- Once they started I felt 17 again -- and believe me, thats a hard thing to pull off! But here I was, young, fun, and rocking out to some extremely loud extremely cool music, having the time of my life. All of a sudden the crowd was better to be around -- even the tall guy shaking his head like a bobble head doll was ok!

So thank you 90.5 The Night! Thank you Raconteurs for such a show! And a special shout out to my sister and my mom for babysitting on a Sunday into the wee hours of the morning so this 34 year old and her old man could have a night out!

Not enough words

Not enough words to describe the utter grossness of this evenings drive home. Confused? Let me set it up for you: I'm almost home, about 1/4 mile left to go. I worked late, so its 9:29pm. I'm stopped at one of the last traffic lights that block me from getting the hell home already. And its one of those lights where all 4 sides of the intersection have a regular straight lane plus a turning lane that has its own arrow, so you end up sitting there for.ever.and.ever.and.ever.

So I sense something out of the corner of my eye. I sensed it, and I sensed it was something wrong, and something in my mind said "dont look," but of course, I looked.

Can you guess? Can you imagine what was going on in the car next to me? UGGHHH... this man, this person, this Pervert, this Cretin, this pimply faced Loser was ... you know... with his... with himself... and it was like Oh My God Please NO, please oh please cant this damn light turn green! And the light stayed red for an eternity, and this Thing was going to town next to me!

Words that came to mind:
Sceeved. Or is it Skeeved?
Grossed Out.
Repulsed.
Tasted Puke in the back of my throat.
Creeped Out.
Nauseated.
Itchy.
Pissed Off.
Like, why the hell does this happen to me!? (yes, alas, this has actually happened to me before!)
Angry.
Upset.
If I didn't know it would excite him further, I would roll down the window and tell him to get a f***ing life! Like, c'mon already!
Must you stare at me while this is happening!?
Must I keep checking back at you to see if this is still happening!?
What in all that is holy is wrong with this world?

Gone is not forgotten

I am currently reading Gone With the Wind. What a fantastic book! I had no idea it was this good. For years I put off reading it because its over 1000 pages, and its old, and I thought, who cares about the civil war... Well, let me tell you -- its fascinating, the pages are flying by, and the war stuff is not that much. Really it just gives you a great insight into what the world was like way back when, plus Scarlett is truly an interesting character. And the writing is very creative -- many passages are just Scarlett's thoughts and what she would like to say but doesn't because of the time and because of what womens roles were back then.

I'll set up this passage for you: Scarlett is thinking about how if she just acted doe-eyed, clingy and helpless then she could get the man shes in love with. The book reads:
"There was no one to tell Scarlett that her own personality, frighteningly vital though it was, was more attractive than any masquerade she might adopt. Had she been told, she would have been pleased but unbelieving. And the civilization of which she was a part would have been unbelieving too, for at no time, before or since, had so low a premium been placed on feminine naturalness."

So. Have we really come so far from the 1800's? Do women really have the freedom today to show their true selves, to be strong, to show their "feminine naturalness?" I bet some would say yes, and then again, some would say no. Do we find ourselves masquerading to fit the mold? What exactly Is the accepted way of being a successful woman? And lastly, if we are now so liberated, so free, and so empowered, then tell me why our salaries are still lower than those of our male counterparts in the workforce!