May 22, 2002 :: 2:31 a.m.
the best things in life are named Rufus
Google hits: "girl cute nose ring" and "i want to fuck my sister ." That second one is scary. Sheesh.
Anyway, on to the main event. In the last 15 hours, my opinion of New York has been raised and lowered. On foot, it's kind of cool. However, in a car it can only be described as Satan's urinal. We were plugging along just fine until we hit the Lincoln Tunnel. Which we ended up going through three times. Yes, three. What the fuck is with all the lanes merging as soon as you pay the toll? We were squished between a line of buses and a line of trucks, both trying to get into my lane, neither bothering to notice that they're about to run over my car. And then there was this guy behind us that kept honking; apparently he wasn't pleased with my decision to let the trucks and buses merge into the lane. I think I was supposed to sacrifice myself in order to allow him to roll forward a few feet. Whatever. I almost ruptured Joe's eardrum screaming "FUCK YOU!" at every car-owning citizen of New York City. It's like the city anthem or something - honk honk beep beep beep. I am not pleasant when driving in unfamiliar places. I get stressed and nervous and being incessantly yelled and honked at makes me want to kill people. At one point, this came out of my mouth:
"Do you see my license plate? I'm a poor Pennsylvania Dutch girl who has no fucking idea where she is going. So leave me the fuck alone or I'm going to shove an ear of corn so far up your ass that you'll be coughing Orville Redenbacher for a week!"
Ahem. But once on foot, it was really quite fun. Aside from the sickness and the standing in line for 3 1/2 hours and the cockroach, of course. It was all worth it for Rufus, though. My god. I would drive through NYC again just to hear him sing the ingredient list on a box of Fruit Roll-Ups. He played two songs - Cigarettes and Chocolate Milk and Poses. He messed up Cigarettes and Chocolate Milk again. *grins* He's messed it up every time.
And we met two really fun girls from D.C. while standing in line. Eva and her friend whose name I don't remember (oops). Joe was off smoking and Eva was in the bathroom or something, and her friend and I started talking. Weird. I made a friend all by myself! What a novel concept. We stood and bitched the whole time before the show, and then sat with them in the audience. Fun times. Speaking of the audience, I was so close to Rufus that I almost passed out and died from the overwhelming amount of joy surging through my system. It was amazing - he is amazing. He is the most beautiful creature on the planet, in every sense, and I am just in awe. It's like this every time I've seen him. I can't get over it. His music makes everything wonderful, even when everything isn't. It's just... ah, it's incredible. *floats to Cloud 9*
We got home safely and I'm quite tired. I don't work tomorrow, but I do work the next day at 6 a.m., which sucks. Boo to the morning, but yay to getting off work at 2:30. Double yay, in fact.
There's a Wainwright Street in New Jersey. Did you know? I didn't.
I'm going to listen to Rufus and think about how gorgeous life is. Mmmm.
edited 3:00 a.m. Oh yeah, Carson Daly was there too. It totally slipped my mind, which is funny because it's his show. Pfft. He is, as they say, a tool. No further comments on that.
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