So as you all know, I have slacked off on my serial blogging. I'm a student, get off my nyuts. SO I've kinda been slacking on the whole running thing a bit too, but I can run a straight mile indoors... I'm still working on the whole outdoor bit. It is down to crunch time so Basically starting tomorrow I run every day. NO excuses. I am in serious training mode. Once the Race for the Cure is over with the next thing I am on full time training mode (after all of my "important" obligations are fulfilled) on Super Smash Bros Brawl. At my current state I will not win my epic showdown... I have improved but I WILL NOT lose my bet and buy my friend dinner. HELL NO. I have the drive, and the potential to whoop some serious ass. That's all I'm tryin to say.
Let me take you back to a time long, long ago... A time when things were happy and unaware (for me)... the 90's...
The facts are these:
I was a young girl of about 11ish years old. I was in Spokane, Washington doing some churchy stuff. My mom decided to take me out for a walk (no, I wasn't the first kid with a leash). What I didn't know was about to happen was that I was about to discover the cleverest man in the music business and name him one of my all time favorite singer/songwriter. So there we are... walking through the park when I hear the distant sound of Michael Jackson's "Bad" start floating through the air... I see a huge trailer and a man waddling out in a huge fatsuit. I'm thinking in my head "WHAT DISGRACE IS ABOUT TO TAKE PLACE HERE??!?!" and then much to my chagrin, a security guard comes and ushers us along... I keep wondering what is going on... and then I hear the song "Fat." Ever since that moment I have loved Weird Al Yankovitch with a special place in my heart that only the likes of Backstreet Boys and Journey and The Lonely Island have reached. Memorizing every song, watching all the poorly made videos I could... Well... I had no clue what was coming into my future.
Fast forward to 2010 (Worst year ever in my book)
I get off of work on a Saturday, and decide that its a nice day for a drive through downtown Austin. Lo and behold the traffic is WRETCHED. I get instantly irritated. I hate traffic. 4pm on a SATURDAY?! That was some serious road rage I was about to Hulk into. I managed to keep my cool and mosey on through it when I discovered the *reason* it was so bad. Fun Fun Fun Fest decided to drop in and spread over the downtown area. FTS. So I go hang out with a friend, and then the next day I find out some ground shaking bad news. Weird Al was there. I missed him. It was like a slap in the face. More like a tooth extraction with no numbing agent. I was horror stricken. THEN (oh yes it gets worse), I find out he was in San Antonio. Friends of mine actually went to his concert. WHY DIDN'T THEY TELL ME?!!? I was kind of irritated but se la vie.
Fast forward to 2011 (about two weeks ago).
My friend Amber posts about her nephew wanting to go see Weird Al, and I jumped all over that status update. I start doing research and find out that the stars will align on September 24th at 8pm in Austin, TX. The skies were about to open up and rain their glory down upon me. I was ready this time. I even contemplated driving way the hell away to Longview, TX if that wasn't going to work out for me. But it did. I went, I saw, and I conquored. I had the best time of my life that night. I ended up meeting some awesome people, running into some older acquaintances (other long story I might get into one day, but that day is not today) and having fun awkward moments. After the amazing show I totally put my groupie panties on and waited outside next to the tour bus. He never came out, but something else ALMOST as cool happened. The R2D2 that was in the show (the encore more specifically) came out the back door. I ran up to the man holding the controls and asked him if I could take a picture. I was SO happy. If I couldn't meet Weird Al, I at least got to meet a real live, WORKING R2D2. I'm probably the biggest Star Wars fan in my family... They may really enjoy it, but I LOVE IT. If I had to choose a movie to be stuck in, that series would totally be it. But not episodes I, II, or III cause those sucked balls.
All in all I got to meet some wonderful people (except one, because he said I had a clown car vagina, and only one friend is allowed to call me "whore" and only jokingly...) and I got a fantastic life experience. Last night made my life. Seriously. After all the failed attempts at seeing Weird Al, I finally got my happy ending. I guess now I should focus on the rest of my life since I havent got a big goal other than becoming rich. I should work on that...
Cutting this one short. An annoying girl is killing my writing mojo.She sounds like a hooker.
