lierdumoa: (role model)
So OMG. I had an adventure -- an ADVENTURE -- tonight.

I got me and my girlfriend tickets to a Dresden Dolls (& Pomplamoose) concert tonight. Which, omg yay, I actually got to make out with someone when the clock struck twelve on Jan 1 this time around! Only, I almost didn't make it in. See, I've never gone to a concert on a national holiday before. Ergo I failed to realize that even the 24 hour Kinko's is closed at 7pm on New Year's Eve and had nowhere to print tickets.

Luckily one of my girlfriend's friends (let's call him Tom), who we randomly ran in to outside the concert hall, made the suggestion that we go to youth hostel and beg to use their printer. This concert was in a shady enough part of town that there were in fact three youth hostels within walking distance and we got the 2nd one to let us use their printer. Tom pretended to be a hapless tourist to get us in the door. I got through printing the first of two tickets when the printer ran out of toner. Luckily there was a backup printer, which was also running out of toner, but after fiddling with some settings I managed to eke out a decent print of ticket #2.

But where was I? Oh yes. The concert.

The set list finished quicker than expected so our performers threw in a few bonus songs. Much drinking and dancing and making out took place. The lead singer went up into the balcony seats to sing a song and sexually harass a few audience members (all in good fun, of course). All in all, it was a fabulous concert experience.

BUT WAIT. THERE'S MORE.

So as you may or may not know, the lead singer of the Dresden Dolls is Amanda Palmer, and Amanda Palmer is married to Neil Gaiman.

Picture this. It's the end of the night. The encore is over, the lights have come back on, it's time to go home. Neil Gaiman and some guest performers from the concert are just, like, chillin' in this reserved area by the door as we're heading out. He walks out of the reserved area right onto the path where I'm about to exit. I of course jump on the opportunity and turn to him saying, "Mr. Gaiman! I'm a huge fan! Is it all right if I take a picture with you?"

So I'm standing there with Neil Gaiman's arm around me and my arm around him expecting my girlfriend to take a picture. Only apparently she didn't realize I meant *her* camera. So I'm standing there like a retard with my arm around Neil Gaiman waiting quite a bit longer-than-is-socially-acceptable for her to pull out her phone, turn on the camera and hand it over to Tom so he can take the picture.

Tom, after some confusion, takes a picture so blurry and distorted I'm half expecting to recieve a phonecall when I get home telling me I'm going to die in seven days. And then Neil Gaiman, ever the gentleman, bids me goodbye, kisses me on the cheek and walks off.

NEIL GAIMAN FUCKING KISSED ME ON THE CHEEK YOU GUYS.

AND SAID THINGS IN A BRITISH ACCENT THAT I CAN'T REALLY REMEMBER BECAUSE HIS LIPS WERE ON MY FACE.




So.

How was your New Year's Eve?

FML

Jun. 29th, 2010 05:57 pm
lierdumoa: (woe.)
Within the past five days I:

Found out I'll be missing an event I've been looking forward to for months (the date for which was only recently revealed) because it conflicts with the vacation I've already purchased plane tickets for.

Failed to submit anything to vividcon. I just wasn't happy enough with the rough draft to feel like I'd be able to have a satisfactory final draft by the deadline. Which is to say, the vid didn't really feel convention-worthy. In any case, I'll probably be posting it to my lj within the next couple weeks.

Missed a vocal lesson after getting on the wrong bus and not noticing my error until I glanced up, thinking I must be getting close to my stop, and realized I was in fact clear across the city.

Contracted a mild case of dysentery.

No, seriously. TMI ahead )Suffice it to say, I am never buying ravioli from that pizza place down the street ever again.


I went to a four hour concert on Sunday, despite the dysentery. I managed to make it through the concert, though I was clenching my buttocks very tightly on the way back to my apartment afterwards.

The concert was outdoors. I am heinously sunburned. I kind of forgot I could get sunburned. Usually I just tan and tan and tan. Then again, usually I don't go from vampire pale to Persian dark in a single sitting. Pre-sunburn, my skin actually looked paler than that of half the white people standing around me (many of whom were over-tanned themselves). Now I think my skin is in shock.

Speaking of, had a blast at the concert. Kris Allen is awesome live. He continues to be dreamy. And bouncy. And pocket sized. And God I love his voice.

Under normal circumstances I'd be annoyed to attend a concert surrounded by teen and preteen girls, but in this case it was actually nice to not be a head shorter than everyone and thus be able to see the stage. Especially with a front man as pocket sized as Kris.

No, seriously, I almost cracked up when the tech guy came out after the preceding performer to lower the mike stand by like, a foot. I almost cracked up again when Kris proceeded to sing *on his tip-toes.*

He could not be more precious if he tried.


So. Week from hell. But it did have it's high points.

So.

Jun. 25th, 2007 02:32 pm
lierdumoa: (crazy white woman)
I went to see Cobra Starship Fall Out Boy on Saturday.

Read more... )


In other news.

I got my hair relaxed/cut last Wednesday/Friday. I'm very, very pleased with my new look. I may post pictures later when I'm feeling less lazy.

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