Archive for August, 2003

For all the ASJers…

Thursday, August 28th, 2003

Sister Rose Matthew passed away.

Wow… I thought she was one of the nuns that lived forever 🙁

Anyways, the wake is a 2:00 on Monday, and the funeral is at 10:30 a.m. on Tuesday.

Yay the power is back on!

Friday, August 15th, 2003

That was NUTS!

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Thursday, August 7th, 2003

*sigh* I really need someone like me

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Wednesday, August 6th, 2003

Me + Kristin + Ed + Atlantic City, 9/27= trouble!

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Tuesday, August 5th, 2003

I can’t wait to get back to Fordham.
The rest of this summer seems like it’s going to be a drag.

11 more days…

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Tuesday, August 5th, 2003

::sprinkles happy dust on her LJ friend page::

Last night

Saturday, August 2nd, 2003

Last night I went to the Def Leppard show at Jones Beach. The show itself was amazing… Joe Elliot still has it, as do the rest of the band members! It was his birthday show, also, which was cool.

Anyways…

The theatre (with the exception of the top, top nosebleed section, which tickets hadn’t been released, I presume) were packed. So, mostly everyone had someone sitting next to them.

I go to sit down in my seat, and there’s a girl next to me, perhaps my age or a teensy bit older sitting next to me. She turned to me and said, “I’m warning you know, I’m a screamer. This is my absoulte favorite band in the world and I’m gonna scream for them as loud as I can.”

Ok, whatever. She’ll scream throughout the show. I’ll deal.

Around the second song, it starts to lightly drizzle. She pulls out this huge-ass umbrella and opens it, almost taking my face out with it. She holds in up for a long time, even while it wasn’t raining. Someone bitched behind her, and she laughed hysterically. Finally, someone smacked her umbrella down, then she put it away in a huff.

She begins singing along with the band. Off-key. And making up her own lyrics to sing in (un)harmony.

I cringe.

She turns to me and yells, “Why the hell aren’t you singing?” I reply, “I only know their greatest hits and one or two songs off of X. I’ll sing when I feel like it.” Then she tells me, my sister Andra, and Andra’s friend Jan that we weren’t making enough noise. Jan starts sarcastically woo-hooing loudly and the girl thinks this is hysterical.

While the band is singing “Photograph,” the girl turns and asks me who my favorite is. I tell her Rick Allen and Joe. She asks me, “Who is Rick and Joe?” I look at her weirdly and ask, “Isn’t this your favorite band in the world.” She replies, “Duh, yeah.” So I told her Joe was the lead singer and Rick was the drummer. She promptly breaks into the “Ohmigod, Joe is so hot and I wanna bang him” speech. Joe tells a few jokes, and she laughs hysterically for each one.

Strangle me now.

She then asks me how old Joe is. I told her I wasn’t sure, but tonight was his birthday. She screams, “OH MY GOD!” I look at her. She then says, “At the count of three, let’s scream HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOE!” I replied, “Let’s not. I’m not even sure if it’s his birthday. If it is, they’ll sing for him up there. Besides, he won’t hear us up here.” She replies, “Oh… ok.” then proceeds to scream “HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOE!” for the next five minutes.

Everybody around her was ready to kill her. Then, by some miracle of God, she got up to go to the bathroom!

Five minutes pass. Ten. Fifteen. Half-hour. Forty-five minutes later, she is still not back. Everyone breathes a sigh of relief. We go on to enjoy the rest of our concert.

Then IT comes back, five songs before the show ends. She is still making all her fuss, then turns to me and says, “I can’t believe you came all the way here from Levittown.” I replied, “What the hell are you talking about? I’m from Islip.” She says, “I definitely know you. You went to Bellmore High School.” I replied, “I just said I was from Islip, not Levittown, not Bellmore.” She replied, “Oh” and turned back to the show.

Grrrrr….

Five minutes later, she grabs my chin and says, “Look at me! I definitely know you from somewhere. I do know you!” I jerked back and said, “No you don’t” and she seemed quite insulted. The band ended with, “Let’s Get Rocked,” and she started flailing around, almost breaking my nose in the process.

Ah, the end of her!

But she thought differently. Just when I thought I got rid of her, she followed me towards the bathrooms after the show and proceeded to tell me how the Union Jack tank top I had was the most awesome thing in the world. I say, “Thanks, I have to pee. Enjoy your night.” and run into the bathroom.

Good riddance!