Part two:

8) Wilco last night! I'd love to say that I loved it, but keee-rist I'm getting too old to stand on concrete for four hours straight, waiting for the show, then watching an opening band, then the stage change, then the band itself. Plus they didn't play enough of their old songs for my liking. I kept thinking to myself... okay, if this next song isn't off one of the first four albums, I'm gonna go sit down in the bleachers. Which I didn't really want to do, as I had a primo spot up front with the geeky fanboys. But what could I do... my dogs were barkin' and they kept playing new shit off the last two or three albums. Of course as soon as I fought my way back through the crowd and found a bleacher seat, they finally played a whole string of songs that I wanted to hear. Good times, good times.



The pre-show BBQ was fun, too. I of course felt old enough to be everyone's MOTHER, but it really wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. At the show, I ran into one of the guys that was laid off on Friday. He gave me a big bear hug and he made me cry all over again, but I think he will be fine. He is a very talented man and a beautiful soul.

9) Random Michael Jackson memory: Hanging out with friends at Stef's house back in high school, waiting for the MTV premiere of the Thriller video. I think it was Stef's house. It might've been Bess's or Melissa's. I know it wasn't my house cuz I didn't have cable tv.

10) Random Farrah Fawcett memory: My grade-school friend Sheryl's brother had Farrah's poster in his room. I didn't even notice that the poster prominently features the poor girl's nips until maybe a couple years ago. I don't have a random Billy Mays memory.

11) Someone from my past friended me on facebook last week. Someone from my PAST past past. Like 30+ years ago. Amazing how stuff like this is becoming commonplace. Her family and mine met while we were on the same plane when we first flew into Panama when I was eight. My parents struck up a conversation with her parents (surprise surprise... your Nana and Papa are pretty sociable and boisterous, the opposite of ME), and our families became pretty tight for the whole four years we were there. The daughter (the gal who just now friended me) was about four years older than me, and at that age four years is an almost insurmountable gap, but we wound up hanging out quite a bit. We all lost touch when our family moved back to the states.

12) You know what? I don't have a #12 or 13 right now. Well, I do... but it's too soon to share. Too soon. Someday I will tell you why Cracker doesn't like me anymore. When the sting wears off. Which may be years from now.

Off to bed. Want to be bright-tailed and bushy-eyed when I get laid off tomorrow. I kid! I kid! I hope... Love you.