Oh My God. Another Update.
Several things:
Horizontal stripes are no one’s friend, sweetheart. And when you sweat enough that the material of your dress creeps several feet up your ass? Time to either a) lose some weight or b) buy a bigger size or c) BOTH!
If you’re going to wear translucent butt floss, but don’t want anyone to see it, maybe you should try buying shirts and pants that actually fit and meet at your waistline. That way you won’t have to spend your evening pulling your pants up and your shirt down every fifteen seconds.
And I’ve experienced more muffin tops in one evening than anyone should have to endure in a lifetime.
On the up side, Guster and Pete Yorn were fantastic. I’d sort of listened to some Pete Yorn, but wasn’t overly familiar with him. He was pretty, which definitely not a down side, and the music was mostly engaging. His band members were quite the motley crew. We had the Elvis Costello wannabe, a cross between Sawyer and Charlie from “Lost“, the bobblehead drummer, the oh-so-wasted bass player, and the other guitar player who looked like a cross between Jesus and Jordan Collier from “The 4400“. We probably spent more time making fun of the other audience members and the band than paying attention to the music, but it was fun.
Then came Guster. And Scooter. Yay Scooter! Klumpen has decided that Scooter is her celebrity crush and she’s going to stalk him on the cruise. They played for at least two hours. Ryan is a muppet, as is Brian, the drummer. Adam (“The Real Adam! From the real Guster!”) hardly ever stops smiling, and Joe Pisapia seems much too serious. They played most of the songs I wanted to hear, and I won’t even complain about the songs I didn’t get to hear. We’re really looking forward to seeing them on the cruise in January.
Sewing wise, I have too much to do and not enough time, and I’m having some issues with the embroidery, so I’ve had to come up with some alternatives. Bah.
If anyone needs me, I’ll be in the turret.