Screw the OnStar radio commercial rant that I was going to write. I just don't care enough to whine right now about a commercial on the radio. I've moved on. I've got bigger fish to fry. Harder bananas to dip in chocolate (ooo. Sounds... salacious).
This time tomorrow, I will be at a concert. Now, many of you know my insane passion for the Barenaked Ladies. I've blogged repeatedly about them and their shows.
Today we find ourselves in the midst of tour season and they're in my area. Tomorrow I will be in Portland Maine at the location where I first saw them back in 2001 for my birthday.
I love these guys. I cannot really express the amount of joy and happiness and excitement I feel when I see them live. Everyone has a favorite something. A big something that totally knocks them out and makes them turn into drooling fan girls or boys. I know some people who really really love Bruce Springsteen (cough, chrissy, that's you). I know some mondo U2 fans who would die if Bono ever touched them.
I long to meet the guys, someday, and not stand there slack-jawed saying "Gah. uh. Merple. Thanks!"
But I'm sure they'd understand.
The itinerary for the next few days is as such:
Tomorrow -- go to work. Try not to be too terribly ADHD distracted about the show. Leave office, jet home, get daughter and daughter's best friend and mom. Drive to Maine. Rock out. Drive home. Get a little sleep.
Friday -- get up. Get kid out to school. Pack for us and pack for them. Take dog to kennel. Go to work. Leave early. Drive straight to hotel. Check in, dump bags, go to Mohegan Sun. Wait for Doug (if he gets to me before the show, that's cool. If not...) Rock out. Exit concert. Call Doug and K's dad. Find them. Run around casino with my sister, K's mom, Ronnie, Doug, K's Dad. Go to hotel. Crash.
Saturday -- sleep in. Call Aaron (he will be at his folks nearby) Swim in pool Go in Sauna. Say goodbye to sister and future brother in law. Return to Casino. run around some. Have tons of fun. Return to hotel. Crash.
Sunday -- Check out, go pick up kids, come home in time for football.
You may not hear from me here, but check flickr for pictures if I'm able to take care of posting some, especially Saturday. I plan on taking the laptop from the office with me, and uploading from the hotel with some downtime I hope to have during the day on Saturday.
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