It's a long way to the top

Inspired by those ever present Top 5 thingys on Facebook I decided to concoct a list of all the bands I've seen live. I have a nice little cd case with all my old ticket stubs, but sadly it is one of the few things I have already packed so this one's gonna have to roll off the ol' memory. In the most concise order I can think of:

ZZTop
Jackyl
George Thorogood
ZZTop (again)
Lynyrd Skynyrd
ZZTop (3rd times the charm)
Joan Jett and the Blackhearts
Def Leppard
Skid Row
Ted Nugent
KISS
Pearl Jam
Creed
Collective Soul
Coal Chamber
Slip Knot
Britney Spears
Nikka Costa
Aerosmith
Cheap Trick
Metallica
Limp Bizkit
Deftones
Linkin Park
Godsmack
Metallica (again)
Schwayze
ZZTop (yes, a fourth time)
Pat Green
The Doobie Brothers
Tom Petty
Jackson Browne
Van Halen

And a hand full of others that aren't worth remembering or mentioning. Good times.

Random thread on a Fry Day night

This chair has been broken for years. Why haven't I bought a new one? Because I'm cheap - no, not cheap, maybe just lazy? I'm searching for a good word for 'easy to please', but all I'm getting are Coldplay lyrics. I like Coldplay, if I listened to new music more often they would be in the front running for favorite. As it were I'm listening to the Traveling Wilburys and drinking some whiskey and diet dr. pepper. I don't necessarily like whiskey, but I have what is basically a full bottle of Seagram's resting in my freezer. It's original purpose was for hot tottis while I was battling a particularly nasty case of the sniffles a few months back. The totti managed me through a Josh Abbott concert. I must've had too many considering the only way to make it through anything of the Texas Country persuasion is to be blind drunk. I wasn't there for the music though, I was there for the company. Coincidentally, the whiskey lasted longer than the relationship - not that that's really any indication. I'm about as good with dating as I am in replacing broken chairs...or drinking whiskey. What makes it better? Ice cream. Speaking of ice cream, I polished off a pint of Blue Bell Mint Chocolate Chip today on my lunch hour. The secret to a good MCC, is the chips. Because really, the actual ice cream portion is just bright green nonsense, but the chips... the chips are where the magic is, and Blue Bell has put a spell on me. I'd like some more, but a full trip to Wal-Mart does not appeal to me (or the 8 oz of Diet DP and whiskey in my system), and Dairy Queen is already closed. Why do they close so early? Is it a budgeting issue? For those of you in Lubbock, you might recall a few years ago (I think it was more like 10, but whatevs) the majority of the DQs in town turned to McDonalds. I suppose this was the proverbial writing on the wall... tell it to my dipped cone. And speaking of Dairy Queen, surely you've all heard the story of the time we loaded up in the family wagon and took a trip to the ol' Texas Stop Sign. I was about 4, and my favorite treat was a Dilly Bar. Now see, there's the Dilly Bar on the stick, and then there's that weird Dilly Bar patty thing in a little wax paper bag. I didn't like that one, I wanted my Dilly Bar on a stick, damnit. Even at the tender age of 4 I didn't trust the woman working the window to get my order right, so I took it upon myself to specify. I leaned over my mom's shoulder and shouted into the pick up window, "I want a Dilly Bar on a dick!" Ahhh yes. It seems I had my priorities sorted out even then. Now this is me, being the bigger person... I think. I'm trying to do the opposite of what usually happens in these situations, so it stands to reason that I am making a good decision. Just call me thirty, flirty and thriving - except I'm not thirty. That's you. Have fun with that.

Billy don't eat a hero!

I stumbled across this amusing article about the worst drive-thru foods you can eat. Now I tend to consider myself a fairly healthy eater. Please don't misunderstand, I can shovel in the junk like the rest of them, but as far as overall education goes I'd like to think I'm ahead of the curve (or at least keeping up with the pack). So some of these things didn't come as a surprise to me. It doesn't take a dietary wunderkind to know that 2+2=4, or in this case deep fried+ranch= big fat ass. So have a looksy! I was keeping my fingers crossed that none of my favorites made the list, and I was pleased to discover that I don't even order most of the offenders.

Be enlightened:

http://health.yahoo.com/experts/eatthis/30464/the-worst-drive-thru-foods-in-america-and-what-to-eat-instead/

Sadie, Sadie, Married Lady

Houston is a magical place. Before this weekend I'd only ventured to the city once. It was 2004, and I was on tour with a friends band - the infamous tour that I quit school for. Naturally other big things factored in, but the tour was the proverbial straw. This time I'm here for the joyous celebration of my cousin Brad's nuptials at the Houston Zoo.

We pulled into town yesterday evening, just in time to make the pre-wedding crawfish boil at Little Woodrow's, a delightful back yard patio type of joint with plenty of charm to go around. We had the entire back patio reserved, and it was stuffed to the gills with family, friends, beer and crawfish. As if this wasn't good enough, God also saw it fit to send a wonderful man selling homemade tamales to the party. I grabbed 3dz/$20 for the table and the feast was in full swing. I'd never had the pleasure of eating crawfish in their purest form, but the N'awlins side of my family gave me a brief, but thorough tutorial. I was totally grossed out, and completely in love. They're so wrong they're right. Much fun was had by all.

Today, in the interest of killing some time, the family rendezvoused at The Cheesecake Factory before doing some shopping at the Galleria. After dining on Chicken and Biscuits and Lemoncello Tort, we hit the second floor. Christi and mom bought shoes, I bought some Godiva and dad bought a Puma hat. In the midst of shoe shopping we made our way into Payless; dad went next door to Borders. It wasn't 20 seconds after we walked into the store that I saw him: Black suit, loooong blonde beard and a dread locked skull cap. He was a sharp dressed man, he was Billy Gibbons. I actually didn't think it was really him at first, but that didn't stop me from running (yes, I ran) over to Borders to tell my dad. For those of you not in the know, my father is in love with ZZTop. We have seen them 4 times in concert as a family, he has a poster hanging in his office and he has a replica keychain. My dad bravely approached him and asked for a picture, Billy obliged. My father can now die happy.

And a big shout out goes to Wifi, Godiva and The Deadliest Catch for making this peaceful afternoon possible. Fun pics coming soon!

S-A, T-U-R, D-A-Y....BITES!

Saturday really didn't go so well for me, but in the interest of 'keepin' on the sunny side' I've decided to weed out a few positive things that happened...

Pro: I caught a rerun of Dead Like Me (which doesn't usually appear in syndication)
Con: I woke up late, and missed Degrassi

Pro: I got my hair done
Con: As a result of my unwise decision to dye my hair red, I was forced to go brunette instead of blonde which is what my heart was set on.

Pro: The brown is very rich and beautiful...
Con:... but it's not blonde
Double Con: I missed a call that I REALLY. DID. NOT. want to miss

Pro: I picked up some chick-fil-a after the salon
Con: Some old bag busted my tail light in the parking lot and chose to ignore it and drive off...
Double Con: I then chose to return the call I missed.... and leave a ticky-tack message (Boo!)

Pro: I managed an awesome nap on the couch
Con: I woke up too late to go tan

Pro: I picked up some Raising Cane's
Double Pro: And I caught up on Lost and CSI whilst eating said Cane's

All in all the day was not my worst, not even in the top five - BUT it was definitely a Monday. Maybe that means my Monday will feel like the weekend =)