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Tuesday, June 1
Dude(s), Sunday night I had a pretty awesome fucking experience. HERE IS HOW IT WENT DOWN.
About 7 years ago, I was in my senior year of high school. I was in newspaper class, writing a review about Norah Jones (LAWL) or drafting up some leftist manifesto. During my research, I used to browse blogs (I WAS SO AHEAD OF MY TIME).
I ran into one called Pointless/[redacted], which, unfortunately, doesn't exist anymore. I was so blown away by the hilarity of the blog I contacted the blogger, whose name I later learned as Lori.
Lori and I became frequent e-mail nerds. As I was preparing myself for Fullerton College, she assisted me in all-things OC (she remains a resident). Like some of you who I've never met, we kept contact over the years in a shared passion for really stupid shit.
For instance, I'd share some Dawson's Creek humor, and she'd make a mixed CD inspired by former Gov. Eliot Spitzer's affair. She's a crafty biotch. In the past few months, our e-mails have slowed down: I've had a couple of life detours, as has she, etc., etc.
Fast forward to last Sunday: I'm at the Flight of the Conchords show with The Girlfriend at the Hollywood Bowl and, during the set, I get a text from a number I don't recognize.
"I'm @ the bowl to see fotc ...so many douchers here!"
I'm thinking, "Great... someone spotted me and now I'm going to have to say hello between a set."
I respond: "As am I... who is this?"
Lo and behold, it's Lori. I totally forgot we exchanged numbers months ago.
And not only is she at the show, she's only 5 rows ahead of me in this 18K person venue. And we find each other and are like "ZOMG" and we blog-embrace and blah blah blah and, yeah, it was fucking INSANE. Even The Girlfriend was thoroughly blown away.
I know you guys don't give a shit, but that pretty much made my week. Fuck yeah, first-time meetings!