Why do parents name their kids with their last names as first names too? Do they lack creativity? That’s kinda how I see it. Or maybe they are super rude people?
I went to the Phillip Phillips concert Friday night at the State Theater! And I googled his name to find that he is actually a jr. Meaning TWO sets of parents did this to their child. I don’t get it. Can anybody shed some light on that?
Great show. Weird smells. Not kidding. This conversation occurred:
Me: “It smells like armpit in here.”
Cousin: “I smelled fart a little bit ago.”
Me: “Huh, I smelled burp.”
Followed by lots of awkward laughter.
I bought a Long Island iced tea there. I have never had a pre-mixed drink that I’ve enjoyed and this was no different. It was awful!! I drank half and just couldn’t do any more!
Oh. And my chair was broke. The guy I was sitting next to and I couldn’t move around too much or the other person’s chair would shake. We became friends. Awkwardly. Kinda like sharing a teeter-totter with a stranger.
I want to be clear that none of these are complaints. I absolutely LOVE when things go awry. Weird smells, awful drinks, and broken chairs make my night memorable more than just an awesome performance. I love having stories to go with the “been there, done that” of seeing a concert. Does this make me weird?
Last night I went out to the Cleveland House of Blues for their Halfway to St. Patrick’s Day Party. I was one of maybe 100 in attendance. I’ve never seen the HOB so empty.
I’m guessing it’s because they were charging $6.75 for a Miller Lite. Insanity! I seriously debated just handing that beer back to the bartender. I don’t even like Miller Lite but they only had that or Guinness to choose from.
And I recently had a Guinness float and now I can’t drink my Guinness without ice cream! Don’t make a face. Try it. Game changer.
I had one beer there. I thanked myself this morning. I did not feel like garbage, I was not dying of thirst, AND I made it to work on time (for the first time in 2 weeks).
Have you ever watched an Irish band perform? I have. Many times. I actually enjoy it. The band is always dancing around and they just have so much joy on their faces. I love high positive energy people.
Have you ever watched an Irish band perform and understood the lyrics? I can’t say I have. I assume most songs are about drinking, but I could be completely wrong. I am a fast talker but I just can’t do it. I can’t understand.
Oh well, I will always go watch either way. Great performers!
Anyways. This party seemed like it could have been such a cool event, but I wasn’t that stoked in the end. I’ve been to the HOB on St. Patrick’s Day and it was rocking with people and cheaper beer. In the end I had a great day downtown, eating, gambling, and walking 9872349837 miles.
Almost a year ago I decided to start a blog. And that I did. I opened up a website. Typed a few things. Picked a pre-loaded background. Created one chatty intro post. Voila. A blog was born. Then it died. I didn’t come back. Let’s try this thing again.