After further reflection on this disturbing issue, did I mention that I tend to be obsessive? I have decided that I have a theory regarding why I was kicked out of the Psychedelic Furs show, I shouldn't be too upset though as I did get to see the whole show albeit from afar.
Here is my best theory thus far. We, meaning my immediate family and all of the grandparents, had spent the day downtown watching a long ballet performance in which my oldest daughter was involved. Afterwards we all went out for a two hour Italian dinner that was truly yummy. My husband had brought a change of clothes to head over to the show, I had not. We made a twenty minute stop at Nordstrom Rack and I grabbed jeans and a shirt so that I didn't have to wear the nice dress that I had spent the day in. Considering the time and money being spent I couldn't very well purchase new shoes and a new purse. Consequently I was stuck carrying my daytime purse into the show. I didn't want to remove only what I needed and leave the rest in the car because of the area that we were parked in. So my purse was cumbersome. I like to attend shows in Converse tennis shoes. Suffice it to say, for this show I had nicer shoes on with open toes, not great considering the venue. I had also been drinking water, probably too much water and alcohol and I had to use the restroom a lot.
My theory is that with my big purse and frequent trips to the bathroom I somehow looked suspicious. The security people probably just wanted me out so that I would stop doing whatever it was I was doing. If they had pursued any suspicions with me they would have had to call the police and then things get more messy and public and that is why I think that they wanted me out and wouldn't tell me why. Maybe they started to realize that they were wrong, but it was too late to go back. That is my best theory so far and one that I feel comfortable with, so maybe I can stop obsessing for now.
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Monday, June 21, 2010
Sunday, June 20, 2010
On Getting Kicked Out....
Last night I went to see the Psychedelic Furs with my husband and a small group of friends. It was a great show and the band really sounds no different than they did in their heyday in the 1980's. Everything went fine until I got kicked out of the venue. I would love to know what I did to get kicked out, but I don't, and it looks like I probably never will and this annoys me greatly because I am obsessive and want to know the reason behind the injustice. Did I have too much to drink? Yes. But, I was done drinking and planning to meet my husband up near the stage in order to get a better view of the band.
Before meeting him, I had a quick stop-off to the bathroom. I was in the process of washing my hands in the bathroom sink when a female employee asked me to step out with her and I bewilderingly obliged. It looked like we were headed to the door and I began to feel a bit panicked and in my panic I stopped on the stairs to ask why we were going outside. At this point I saw a friend of mine from our group and frantically waved her over. She came and two male bouncers told her that I needed to get off of the stairs and that they had told me to get off of the stairs and number of times and I wouldn't. "Huh?" I was only on the stairs because I had been asked to leave the bathroom, without time to dry my hands I might add, and I seriously wanted to know what was going on. As the bouncers were threatening to "carry me out" I went out with my friend and she said that she would go and find my husband.
Now I am out on the street in front of the venue. Fortunately I could still hear the music and even see the band. The bouncer than proceeds to tell me that I need to leave and that he will call a cab for me. Again, "Huh? What the hell!" I have a designated driver, my husband, and I tell him that my friend is in the process of trying to locate him. By the time he comes I am seriously angry and belligerent. The bouncer then tells my husband that he won't answer any of my questions because I am being belligerent. I told myself that I would not swear at the bouncer and would not make any physical or verbal threats and I did not. The bouncer didn't want me there, but I had done nothing wrong and I was planning to "watch" the rest of the show come hell or high water. As I was not threatening in any way it would have had to be the bouncer who needed to make to first move and quite frankly I don't think that would look too great.
My husband went back inside for a bit and then came out to stand on the sidewalk with me which was nice, at least I had company. The bouncer remained quite upset that I wouldn't leave and kept barking things at me like "step away from the door" even though it was an exit, I wasn't in front of it, and no one was leaving. It seemeded as though these paper doll power plays on the part of the bouncer were misguided attempts to goad me into reacting. Whatever, by then I had lost interest and just decided to take what I could get from this evening gone south.
The venue was the Sodo Showbox in Seattle near the Mariners Stadium. I think that the bouncers must have been bored that evening. There were a number of them milling about on the sidewalk and no other member of the public was outside, not even smokers, except for me. Maybe they were lacking in excitement. I would still love to know why I was singled out though and why I was approached in the bathroom, that really boggles my mind. All in all a really bizarre evening and not the kind that I hope to repeat anytime soon.
Before meeting him, I had a quick stop-off to the bathroom. I was in the process of washing my hands in the bathroom sink when a female employee asked me to step out with her and I bewilderingly obliged. It looked like we were headed to the door and I began to feel a bit panicked and in my panic I stopped on the stairs to ask why we were going outside. At this point I saw a friend of mine from our group and frantically waved her over. She came and two male bouncers told her that I needed to get off of the stairs and that they had told me to get off of the stairs and number of times and I wouldn't. "Huh?" I was only on the stairs because I had been asked to leave the bathroom, without time to dry my hands I might add, and I seriously wanted to know what was going on. As the bouncers were threatening to "carry me out" I went out with my friend and she said that she would go and find my husband.
Now I am out on the street in front of the venue. Fortunately I could still hear the music and even see the band. The bouncer than proceeds to tell me that I need to leave and that he will call a cab for me. Again, "Huh? What the hell!" I have a designated driver, my husband, and I tell him that my friend is in the process of trying to locate him. By the time he comes I am seriously angry and belligerent. The bouncer then tells my husband that he won't answer any of my questions because I am being belligerent. I told myself that I would not swear at the bouncer and would not make any physical or verbal threats and I did not. The bouncer didn't want me there, but I had done nothing wrong and I was planning to "watch" the rest of the show come hell or high water. As I was not threatening in any way it would have had to be the bouncer who needed to make to first move and quite frankly I don't think that would look too great.
My husband went back inside for a bit and then came out to stand on the sidewalk with me which was nice, at least I had company. The bouncer remained quite upset that I wouldn't leave and kept barking things at me like "step away from the door" even though it was an exit, I wasn't in front of it, and no one was leaving. It seemeded as though these paper doll power plays on the part of the bouncer were misguided attempts to goad me into reacting. Whatever, by then I had lost interest and just decided to take what I could get from this evening gone south.
The venue was the Sodo Showbox in Seattle near the Mariners Stadium. I think that the bouncers must have been bored that evening. There were a number of them milling about on the sidewalk and no other member of the public was outside, not even smokers, except for me. Maybe they were lacking in excitement. I would still love to know why I was singled out though and why I was approached in the bathroom, that really boggles my mind. All in all a really bizarre evening and not the kind that I hope to repeat anytime soon.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Oh Sting Why?
Why would a beautiful man like Sting ever do this to himself? Grow the abundant facial hair I mean. He looks like a lumberjack! I know that he had this "look" when marketing his new Christmas CD last December, I do so hope that it is gone by now! Sunday, September 13, 2009
What I did Last Night
Part of the evening involved watching this man perform shirtless, yummy! I love girls night!
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Other Movies
I recently re-watched Jim Henson's "The Dark Crystal." My kids and I attended a Jim Henson exhibit at Experience Music Project (EMP) and this got me re-interested in Jim Henson and the kids more interested in him. With that in mind, we rented "Labyrinth" and "The Dark Crystal" this weekend. I watched "The Dark Crystal" late last night when I couldn't sleep, yes I did have a glass or two of wine, but I couldn't help but reflecting on the similarities between the male gelfing and Steven Tyler and the female gelfing and Charlie Watts. Look at the picture comparisons. Maybe it was just late at night or too much wine, but the similarities, with younger rock stars, were there nonetheless. I checked out a couple of other sources on-line. The writers had similar opinions to mine. Was Jim Henson "Rolling Stones" and "Aerosmith" fan, or is this just coincidence???
Monday, August 10, 2009
Weekending in August
Ladies enjoying the "Tiny Hat Orchestra" show at SoDo Showbox
Here are my fantastic blueberry pickers
Here are the blueberries that we picked
Here is the awesome pie that we made with the blueberries that were picked by the fantastic blueberry pickersFriday, June 26, 2009
Missing Michael Jackson and Farrah
Michael Jackson is dead and I am mourning his death. In that last twenty-four hours I have had time to process why I am mourning his death more keenly than I would have thought...it has to do with the loss of part of me. I was thirteen years old in 1979 when I bought my first Michael Jackson album, "Off the Wall." My brothers and I listened to it non-stop, it was that year for the first time, as young teens, that we sat glued to the television watching the music awards where Michael Jackson made a stunning sweep.
Looking further back , I remember The Jackson 5 as a soundtrack from my childhood, dancing with my older cousins to their music. In 1982 I bought "Thriller" and listened to my cassette tape until I wore it out. I got another one and almost wore that one out as well. I was a teenager and music-lyrics were very important to me. This album, probably more than any other, provided a soundtrack to the year 1982 for me.
As I got older, I watched with dismay as Michael Jackson become more and more strange, almost alien, and unrecognizable to those of us who grew up with his music in our ears. I had always hoped that he would stage some kind of comeback, maybe come back to normalcy, but now that is not meant to be.
I am no longer a teenager and part of becoming middle aged means that those who provided the soundtracks that narrated my youth will pass away and I will continue to grow older. This is what a I mourn... that there are fewer and fewer tangible reminders of my youth with each passing year.
Yes, Farrah Fawcett has also passed on. I mourn her death as well, but not in the same way. Having never been a teenage boy in the late 70's and early 80's with the infamous "red swimsuit" poster tacked to my wall, I don't have the depth of connection that I have with the music world. I used to enjoy watching "Charlies Angels," mostly because I was forbidden to watch it by my parents and had to sneak in episodes with lenient babysitters and at the homes of friends. I remember wanting so much to have feathered hair like Farrah and being envious of friends who could do this, combing all day at their feathers with a rainbow patterned super comb sticking out of their back pockets. My natural curls would not allow me the coveted "feathered look." I will miss Farrah for being the beauty that defined an era and the era that is gone, and only alive in memory for the "old ones" like me.
Looking further back , I remember The Jackson 5 as a soundtrack from my childhood, dancing with my older cousins to their music. In 1982 I bought "Thriller" and listened to my cassette tape until I wore it out. I got another one and almost wore that one out as well. I was a teenager and music-lyrics were very important to me. This album, probably more than any other, provided a soundtrack to the year 1982 for me.
As I got older, I watched with dismay as Michael Jackson become more and more strange, almost alien, and unrecognizable to those of us who grew up with his music in our ears. I had always hoped that he would stage some kind of comeback, maybe come back to normalcy, but now that is not meant to be.
I am no longer a teenager and part of becoming middle aged means that those who provided the soundtracks that narrated my youth will pass away and I will continue to grow older. This is what a I mourn... that there are fewer and fewer tangible reminders of my youth with each passing year.
Yes, Farrah Fawcett has also passed on. I mourn her death as well, but not in the same way. Having never been a teenage boy in the late 70's and early 80's with the infamous "red swimsuit" poster tacked to my wall, I don't have the depth of connection that I have with the music world. I used to enjoy watching "Charlies Angels," mostly because I was forbidden to watch it by my parents and had to sneak in episodes with lenient babysitters and at the homes of friends. I remember wanting so much to have feathered hair like Farrah and being envious of friends who could do this, combing all day at their feathers with a rainbow patterned super comb sticking out of their back pockets. My natural curls would not allow me the coveted "feathered look." I will miss Farrah for being the beauty that defined an era and the era that is gone, and only alive in memory for the "old ones" like me.
Monday, April 27, 2009
Favorite Pictures
These guys are raunchy and kind of crazy, all part of my mid-life crisis, I love 'em. They are coming to town again on May 27th. I'll be there!Friday, April 17, 2009
Girls Gone X
The Whole Gang of Us
Cherokee Nation and Fly Girl
Me and Fly Girl
John Doe with his Guitar
The Star AttractionSaturday, April 11, 2009
Easter is Coming
It is that time of year again, Easter is upon us. I like Spring well enough, but not as much as I like Summer and Fall. Spring is less popular with me because of our yard. Things grow VERY rapidly here in the Pacific Northwest, especially the weeds and our yard is no exception. Not being overly fond of yardwork, I find it difficult to make time in the schedule to get out there and get it done. So far this year seems to be a little better. Last Fall we hired the "wonder crew" to prune, cut, rake and get everything ready for winter. Suffice it to say, they did an awesome job and the yard seems to be more manageable with the rain and sun combination that seems so hospitable to weed growth.
Easter is always busy for us. The kids like to do all of the fun traditions like dyeing eggs, egg hunts, and baskets. We have an annual party with friends, the church day seems longer, and then there is the Easter meal. I am so happy to have my in-laws here this year. They are so industrious and my mother-in-law loves to cook. She also loves to ski and we all went up for a family ski day yesterday. It was fun for the kids to ski with a grandparent, a good inspiration as well.
Tonight I am looking forward to going to the X concert with friends. I saw X last year and really enjoyed the show. Normally I don't see bands two times in a row, but seeing great bands up close for very little money has a strong appeal to me. Plus it is always more fun when to go with people who want to be there just as much as you do. Tonight I am not going to focus on how much the band has aged, I am going to focus on the great music and the enjoyment that goes with finanlly getting some time away from home.
Happy Easter!
Easter is always busy for us. The kids like to do all of the fun traditions like dyeing eggs, egg hunts, and baskets. We have an annual party with friends, the church day seems longer, and then there is the Easter meal. I am so happy to have my in-laws here this year. They are so industrious and my mother-in-law loves to cook. She also loves to ski and we all went up for a family ski day yesterday. It was fun for the kids to ski with a grandparent, a good inspiration as well.
Tonight I am looking forward to going to the X concert with friends. I saw X last year and really enjoyed the show. Normally I don't see bands two times in a row, but seeing great bands up close for very little money has a strong appeal to me. Plus it is always more fun when to go with people who want to be there just as much as you do. Tonight I am not going to focus on how much the band has aged, I am going to focus on the great music and the enjoyment that goes with finanlly getting some time away from home.
Happy Easter!
Friday, January 30, 2009
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Monday, September 8, 2008
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
New Band
So maybe Vampire Weekend is not so new. I really wanted to download a video of them from You Tube. Frustratingly enough, I could not get it to work Grrrrr. Love their music, very upbeat and unique, they sing the kind of songs that you want to stay in your mind all day.Friday, August 8, 2008
Friday, July 18, 2008
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Why Oh Why???
A friend of mine and I were talking tonight and we just can't figure it out, why oh why does Roger Daltry feel the need to wear "mom jeans." The man has a killer body, never mind his age, from the waist up and presumably from the waist down as well. But alas! who can tell when he chooses to robe himself in the most grotesque attire on the planet, the hated "mom jean." He does wear them I can tell in the pictures. My friend, Fan Girl, and her husband were quite close to Roger at a performance in Seattle and she can attest that the man looked awesome except for the jean. Is there anyone that can help him? Are Stacy and Clinton from TLC's "What Not to Wear" available to the stars? If they are, I think that they should be duly nominated to help poor Roger out!
Sunday, July 6, 2008
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