It's Fuckin' Great to be Alive

Here is the creek across the street from my house.

Okay, tonight was really, super duper great. After I got things taken care of and bolted down on the homefront, I picked up K. and we headed over to Dexter's house for snacks and beer and cheesecake and stuff. Everything was delicious and wonderful. Thanks Dex and S.

Driving to the show, K. and I decided it was time to bring back make out quest 2007 again. We both kind of let it go for a bit, but Winter's closing in, and then we'll never leave our houses and so we have to get cracking before the snow starts flying. The big problem comes in finding a boy. There just aren't any decent prospects that we can see. We're going out again on Saturday night, so maybe a big bus load of hot guys who aren't jerks will unload in our town by then. A girl can dream, can't she?

We made it to the Englert for the opening act - Ryan Bingham and the Dead Horses. As the guy sitting behind us nursing his flask yelled, "You are opening for Drive-By Truckers and you kick ass!" Truer words were never spoken. They were awesome and the lead singer was a totally hot cowboy looking guy with an amazing voice - the kind of guy who just doesn't live in our town. Sigh.

During the first act, I saw my friend C. walking up the aisle, in town from Fort Madison. Luckily, he didn't see me, so I could punch him in the arm as he passed and watch him react by drawing up his fist. When he realized it was me, he said, "You're pretty, but I will hit you." I laughed, because I knew he was full of shit on both counts. C. talked us into going down to the Picador for a shot between acts in honor of his grandma who just died. I went along for the ride but didn't partake, as one of the lessons I learned in my twenties and then again several times in my thirties, was that I can't hold my liquor.

I ran into my friend Emily and was able to apologize to her for being drunk a month or so ago and telling her boyfriend, Jordan that I'd known her since she was two and how cute she was then and shriek, and shriek, and shriek. Luckily, Emily is really cool and thought it was funny. She promised to go out on Saturday night and show me how loud she can get when she's had a few drinks. I can't wait.

The Drive-By Truckers were starting just as we got back to the theater. We had awesome seats, but once the music started, a bunch of people rushed to the front. C. pulled both K. and I out of our seats and we went closer to the stage where we could see much better. The show was incredible. It seemed everyone both on the stage and in the crowd had bottles or flasks of whiskey. By the end of the show, I thought Patterson Hood was going to pass-out. The crazy thing was, that he could still perform, and pour whiskey into his bandmates and cater to the crowd all at the same time when he was that messed-up. They also did one of the best covers of Jim Carroll's "People Who Died" I've ever heard.

So, now it is very late, and Friday probably won't be all that much fun for me. Sure, it's my own damn fault, but that won't stop me from whining. I'm planning on staying home on Friday night, so that I can go out on Saturday night and maybe go to a friend's house to watch the Steelers on Sunday, which happens to be an evening game this week. Must. Sleep. Now.