Not sure anyone but the spammers still visit the site, but oh well. Going to try and start it back up. No more politics here though, created a different blog for that.
Anyway, since we last chatted, I FINALLY met Emerson Hart…twice! The first time was by sheer luck. I checked my email that morning and it so happened Tonic was playing a show in town that day. Was able to get a photo pass the very last minute and when I chickened out on going up to him, I paid my son $5 to bring him over. He was absolutely fantastic. The second time was just a couple of weeks ago in Raleigh. Confessed to him about what I had been doing on this site (which he knew about) and he loved it. Adore him.
Let’s see…what else. Oh, I am now unemployed. Long story I’d rather not get into. But I’ve got to take the summer off with Eli and just hang out. Hoping to go back to work in October. Turned 32 yesterday, but didn’t do anything special. Oh, and I’m having gastric bypass on the 27th. Yep. Big changes.
Anyway, that’s all for now. I promise to check in more regularly!
Also going to be on The Rock Boat X in January! YAY! Been active with photography. Finally selling some prints and charging for fashion sessions.
It’s more like reasons…I’m a bad drunk…A) I’m that girl that has to call or text everyone to let them know I’m drunk. Not only that, but I have random conversations with people I barely know and I look like a tool. B) I really don’t know my limit. I think “Oh, 5 beers isn’t much.” Not realizing I’m a light weight and 5 beers in 30 minutes and an empty stomach is bad. C) Hangovers…I always get them. D) I forget names…and that’s embarrassing!
Why am I listing these things…to help explain last weekend. Why am I blogging about it? I dunno. I’ve been 2 weeks without a blog and I need something! And for Laura…who should have been there…you asshat! But there are some interesting bits to the story…so read it dammit! Or don’t…I don’t care either way
On the 14th, I took my friend Laura and my son Eli to Newport News to see Carbon Leaf. It had been forever since Eli had seen them and all Laura knew of them was what she saw hung on my office wall. I’d told her a million and one stories and had some pix to back it up, but I was surprised when she wanted to come along. Anyway, I was thrilled to have her.
As we showed up we ran into the band leaving for dinner. Said my hellos to Tom and Jason and chatted a bit more with Terry. Made our way into the concert grounds found a few friends to say hi to and decided to have a drink. I’m not sure how many I had, but it was in a short time frame. I don’t remember much pre-show, except I was an idiot. Sara from Chesapeake showed up and when I went to introduce her, I almost forgot her name. I had a conversation about cigg’s with Cliff, but I don’t know why (and I never talk to Cliff) and then somewhere in the middle of that I called a friend to tell her I didn’t know where I was. Yeah, I suck. That was soon followed by a call to the hubby who was concerned because my slurred “I’m fine!”’s were not reassuring him.
Anyway, shortly the show started and I was beginning to sober up. Took a ton of pix and sang the night away with my son. After the set I took Laura to meet all the guys who signed her CD for her. She even managed to get a light from Tom. Carter and I talked about the next days Shamrock Fest and how I was supposed to go, but wasn’t sure that was happening. Tom butted in to let me know I needed to be there. Said it depended on the hangover.
Left the show and drove Laura home (who seems to be a new CL fan now!) and went to bed. Got up at 7 and was on the road to DC by 8. Picked up Maeghan who drove my car to RFK and waited in line while she got to get in to work for Scythian. Met a couple of party guys in line who went to Keggs and Eggs the day before. Got in and found Maeghan and Wendy was soon there as well. Went up to the main stage and snapped a few shots of Scythian and then went back to the merch tent. After their set the guys came over and Wendy was wonderful enough to get my pic with all of them. YAY! Pretty drunk foreign boys! I also need to add that I am beyond hung over. I want to lie down and sleep.
Maegan was leaving early to follow Scythian to Philly so I was able to get a backstage pass. Hung out up front while the Celtic dancers performed. Found Elmo and Big Don and chatted a bit with Tom when he came out. Saw Cliff who said hello, so maybe my drunk conversation wasn’t as bad as what I don’t remember.
Finally it was time for the Street Dogs! Punk at it’s best. Everyone (but Wendy and Maeg’han) thought I was joking when I said I loved them; I think I proved I wasn’t. Snapped some pix out front and then got daring and went back stage. Said hello to Tom again (who looked baffled as to how I got back there) and ran to the opposite side to watch the set. The stage manager said I could go side stage and get some shots, so I did….yeah, that was intense having Marcus look directly into the lens as you are taking the shot!
As I came down the stage stairs I ran into Barry from Carbon Leaf who was saying something about them giving me the pass and he was glad he remembered or something. I told him they didn’t I was there with another band. The look on his face when I said the Street Dogs was priceless! Anyway, I finished the set and was hoping to talk to SD, but only Marcus came down my side and looked a bit rushed.
Wendy came back stage (she was with Scythian) and we hung out while watching CL load in. We made our way into what we thought was the general food tent, only to learn it was CL’s. Carter came walking in as we’re grabbing water and M&M’s. He didn’t mind and as he ordered up some beer. Chatted with him and then went to find the Street Dogs.
We found Marcus as he was coming out of his side of the tent. I introduce myself and said I was shooting their Anti-Flag show in Richmond. Very nice guy…even kind of shy. Chatted with him for a while, then he pointed out where Mike was to us as he had to excuse himself to do an interview. Told him I’d see him next month and he said they’d be around all night, just come hang out anytime. Looked back towards Mike, but he was a bit away from us and he wondered off before I had a chance to approach him, but no worries, a moment later Johnny Rioux came walking up.
I could feel my heart racing as Wendy was telling me to talk to him. I couldn’t; I completely froze. I love Johnny in a 16 year old school girl sort of way…it’s bad!. Anyway, Wendy tells him to sit and she introduces herself. I follow her lead and chat with him about the set and their upcoming show in Richmond. I’m doing the best I can not to drool on the poor man. We talk to him some more as Tobe walks up. I say hello to him, but they have to go into the interview Marcus mentioned. I start running through the backstage telling everyone who will listen that I met Johnny. Go out front to tell tell Elmo, Don and Tali. By this time I have had a couple of beers and I’m feeling good and I just met Johnny Rioux!
Go back stage and say hello to Jason as I am trying to drunk call Amy (and look important as well). I get in line for the restroom behind Tom and Johnny walks up to say hello to him. I’m done…my world has came full circle. Johnny and Tom chatting…awesome! When Tom comes out, I make some big deal about Johnny and loving him to Tom…I know he thinks I’ve lost my mind! Oh well. I look around and see Wendy talking to friends and then just to her left is Mike, lead singer of the Street Dogs. I go over and say hi and talk to him about the show I’m shooting. He’s amazing! He whips out his phone and gives me his managers number and says if there is anything I need to call him and they’ll get it taken care of. We chat some more and then I see Tobe calling for him so he says he’ll catch up later.
I turn around to Wendy who is trying to calm me down. I see there are members of CL looking at me completely confused…I’ve only been shooting them for how long?!?! Anyway, Wendy and I head back to the chairs we’ve commandeered by the SD tent and wait for Carbon Leaf. It hits me that I never went to the rest room so I get up to go. I’m waiting in line and Jason and Carter come and get in line. I let them ahead of me (they’re about to go on) and get sidetracked again…I must have either been following beer or Johnny. Get back in line and I can see Barry prepping for their set. Told him he’d done enough primping, he was already pretty. He gave me a smile and wink as headed to the stage.
CL comes on and the stage manager tells me I can get some pix. She had overheard me talking to Barry earlier…despite the fact I had tuned him out to listen to SD, she got the impression he wanted me doing photography. So as I am taking some pix side stage, she is asking me how long I’ve known the guys and how well I know Barry. Do what?!?! I tell her not well at all, I’d be shocked if he remembered my name (kinda a lie, I know he does) and she starts asking about his romantic life. I said she’d have to talk to him and then went to the photo pit. Took a ton of what I now know to be shitty pictures and came back to talk to Wendy and Billy (Scythian’s “sleazy” tour manager).
Wendy says she’s going over to see Ceann play and I said I was going to hang there for a bit and then I would go find her. I call Amy with yet another drunk call…poor Aims! I see Johnny who stops to say hello and gives me a hug. Then I run into Billy again watching the side stage band. Share his beer with him and have a talk about how he and Danny (Scythian) are roommates and watch CL load out. I say goodbye to Billy and run into Mike again. Tell him it was a pleasure talking to him and look forward to the show at The National. He hands me a beer and we chat for a moment as I formally get introduced to Tobe (this memory came back the next day, most are still a blur). Tobe points to a shadow coming in our general direction and Mike goes “yeah”. Later I will see that same figure again…all the while not knowing or caring it’s Russell Crowe. Anyway, say goodbye to SD and make my way to find Wendy.
Ceann is great; look them up. Didn’t know who they were, but I loved them. Quite funny. We ended the night watching them and hanging with some of Wendy’s friends. Drove back to her place and texted Laura until I finally just called her with what I could remember. All I knew was I was hurting and I told Barry he sucked…and he was an ass hat. I wouldn’t have done that if I hadn’t been drinking..okay, that’s a lie…I would. But he knows I’m sorta joking! I also met Johnny Rioux and now I am complete. Did a lot of great networking and worked my ass off as well. You know, I swore last year I would never go to another Shamrock Fest and now I can’t wait for 2009…my third in what should be an annual event for me!
Oh, I guess it wasn’t all about being *that* drunk girl, but oh well….
“Guess what I did last night? When I was pulling into the drive way I mistook the gas for the brake and hit my husbands car. I didn’t total it, but I did a lot of damage. Does this happen to everyone?”
Me: “What the fuck”
Alice: “What’s wrong”
Me: “My bra broke…my boob is like busting out the side. I have a lumpy boob!”
(Alice laughing, I go to call hubby in Tiffany and Sara’s office)
Me: “My bra broke, I need you to bring me another one”
Hubby: “I can’t, I have the company vehicle. Can’t you go buy another one?”
Me: “Hell no! I’m not going out in public like this! I have a lumpy boob! I would bring you new underwear if your balls busted out!”
(After much more coaxing and laughing from the office ladies, hubby decides to bring another bra, but refuses to bring it up to me)
Alice: “Angel, your hubby is here!”
(I run out to meet him in his all white van. Alice and Tiffany run to the window)
Alice and Tiffany: “Drug Deal!!!!”
(cut to me coming up and changing bras)
Alice: “How’s your tits?”
After many bathroom issues with Janice (see Part I)
Me: “I hung a sign about cleaning the toilet, what more can I do”
Alice: “Let me take care of it”
(I walk into the bathroom to see Mr Hanky, the Christmas Poo on the wall asking to clean the toilet and then straight back to my office)
Me: (trying not to laugh)”How about something that won’t get us sued!”
Alice: “Do we have a fire plan?”
Me: “What?”
Alice: “Do we have a fire plan? If there was a fire what would we do?”
Me: “Burn”
Alice: “Seriously, what would we do? There’s only one exit.”
Me: “I dunno. Ask John.”
(next break)
Alice: (frantic) “Jon, we need a fire plan. I think I should call the fire people and they would come up here and give us an escape route”
Jon: (looking at her like she’s lost her mind) “Um. I don’t know”
Alice: “It’s important! We need an escape route!”
Me: “We could throw down the mattress to Jon’s futon or break apart the chairs and use the cushions to jump from the window”
Alice: “I’m calling the fire department”
(Alice leaves the office)
Me: “I think she’s doing it”
4 Months later
Alice: “Do we have a fire plan yet?”
(Alice and I training a new employee on how to rebut an attorney that turns us down)
Alice: (pretending to be an attorney on the phone) “I’m not interested”
Jason: “I understand.”
Me and Alice: “You understand?!?!”
Me: “Yeah, our program helping the impoverished sucks, I understand why your not interested!”
(all of us laugh)
(After getting my nose pierced, I wanted to change the stud, but was too scared to pull the ball through. A group of girls go out to watch Marcy change my nose ring. I am visibly worried it will hurt)
Amy: “I’m videoing this on my cell phone.”
Nancy: “I’ll count to 3 and I will pull it out”
Me: “Ok”
Nancy: “1. 2. 3. (pulls it out rather painlessly)
Alice: “That sucked. I wanted pain and blood and screaming”
Amy: “Damn, that was a waste of a break”
I refuse to say Brett Favre should have hung it up years ago and I refuse to say he should go now. I am in complete denial; I cannot imagine the NFL without #4. No one was better, and no one ever will be. Brett Favre was football and football will never be the same. So, without boring you with the thousands of reasons that I love Brett and why he is the greatest, I will only say this:
Word of warning; I’m pissed off and feisty tonight……
If you watched SNL you now know that “Bitch is the new black”. And yes Tina, “bitches get stuff done”, but here’s the deal…Hill is a STUPID bitch. I’ve been getting harped at by Dems for months for saying I would NOT vote for that schizophrenic bitch. I told them I had a soul and couldn’t vote for her and they would scoff at me. She’s not that bad, they would say….today, I think they are with me. After her demeaning actions at a recent rally where she belittled Obama and his supporters by saying bullshit about heaven and celestial choirs, not only will I not vote for her, but she best be glad she’s not in slapping distance…and I don’t think I’m alone anymore. How fucking moronic can one dumbass be? She redicules hundreds of thousand of voters because they find him more appealing and inspiring than her, but will expect them to vote for if she’s the nominee. Fuck that and fuck her.
At the same rally she was comparing Obama’s talk of change to Bush’s, saying did we know what we were in for in 2000. Fuck yes I knew! I looked at my hubby that night in tears saying that would be the end of Row v Wade and that we’d be marching back into Iraq. We were talking about how quickly would we need to head up to Canada. How is it that two non-insiders from Kansas (at that time) knew what the fuck was going to happen, but the most powerful woman in DC didn’t. How was it that we (and Barack) knew that she was giving the brainless wander a blank check to invade and she didn’t? Here’s a thought, maybe I should be the first woman President! Stupid bitch!
Back in the day I liked Hillary because she was a “bitch” and that “bitches get shit done”, but this bitch has more personalities than fucking Sybil! I can’t wait til the debate where all her personalities come out and start fighting with each other.
Bitch Hillary: Shame on you Barck Obama!
Sensitive Hill: *begins to tear up* Why don’t you like me? Why is he sooo much better?
Angry Hillary: All of you can go fuck yourselves, do you know who I am!
Apologetic Hill: I regret if I have offended any of you whether it was intended….
Bitch Hillary: Don’t you apologize to those fuckers…they’re voting for that black man!
Sensitive Hill: *all out sobbing* But I’m a girl! A girl can make history!
Normal Hillary: *suddenly chipper* …and vote for me; I’m your girl!
Hillary….pick a fucking personality! Any of them, I don’t care…just pick one and stick with it! While you are picking one of something, pick one campaign theme, one motto…you get the idea. Fucking stupid psycho bitch.
Oh and Hill, yes, the media is having a cluster fuck orgasm when it comes to Barack…just like the rest of America, they like him better than you! He’s more interesting and a far better story…seriously, you and Bill are so 1900’s!
So today I learned that there are people out there who have no idea who Jim Jones was. Did they not see Jonestown: Paradise Lost? Why am I concerned?
I’m at work today talking about my giddiness about voting for Obama and I said that I went to his rally and drank the Kool-Aide. Little did I know that this is also a racial reference. Do what? So seeing as I was telling an African American co-worker and it was about Obama, he was a little taken back…but he knew better seeing it was me. So I showed him the Jamestown stuff and tonight to my amazement, my husband educated me on the racial side of it. Who knew?!?! What got me more was there were other workers there who had no idea where “drinking the Kook-Aide” came from. Really, more people need to learn about Jim Jones.
In other news, Obama is kicking ass. I voted for him…it was a great feeling. GOBAMA!
February 9, 2008 at 3:31 pm · Filed under Daily, Politics
Err, okay, the yellow wristband. But, it’s my ticket the Democratic Party of Virginia Jefferson Jackson Dinner! I finally get to see Barack Obama in person! I know Hillary Clinton is scheduled to speak as well, but I’m hoping to hear from Kaine and Warner. I love that Virginia is turning blue!
Remember this conversation from my first Tales from the Office?
(after taking a letter of termination to the mailbox)
Me: Shit! I forgot to sign it!
Tiffany: You better go get it.
Me: Do I have to?
Tiffany: It’s not official if you don’t sign it.
Me: Fuck!
(goes to the mailbox to get letter.)
Me: (while signing letter) PS. your shit canned.
(mails letter and is sitting in office working quietly for 10 minutes)
Tiffany: You really didn’t sign it “your shit canned” did you?
Well, here’s part II.
(I’m talking on the phone to a donor as Tiffany brings in the envelope that I mailed to terminate Brenda. The enveloped is marked “No Such Street Exists. I hang up after conversation) Me: You’re fucking kidding me! That bitch won’t die! I cannot believe she made up an address
(takes envelope from Tiffany as she laughs; we both walk back to her office) Me: That’s the address; is Duffson Street even real?
(Michael over hears us) Michael: That’s a real street. Tiffany: Open the envelope and look at her check (her last check was enclosed)
(opens envelope and looks and both addy’s) Me: They’re the same!
(I throw both pieces down and slump into the nearest chair cursing loudly)
Tiffany: Um Angel? You wrote the wrong city you dumbass!
(yes, we work in one city and live in another, I am a fucking retard!)
I'm Angel, a 32 year old wanna-be photographer from Richmond, VA. Here you can read my thoughts on anything from politics to sports, motherhood to partying with the girls. Welcome to my world; hope you enjoy your stay.
