never be anything but loud
All Night Long
I thought my ears were never going to stop ringing.
The Sunday before last, Steve and I and two of our other couple friends headed out to the local fairgrounds, about five minutes from our house, to see the 98 Rock Fall Fest, which was supposed to be an all day long concert with some really great bands. If you head over to that link and read the comments, you’ll see that there were a few snags that made it rather miserable in the beginning.
The gates opened about three hours late, which the station is blaming on the bands though I’m not so sure what I believe because I know someone who set the stage up and said it was more the code inspectors. The lines were also ridiculous which is something to expect because there’s a ton of people gathered in one spot but all of the booths for food and drink, including beer and nonalcoholic drinks, were only accepting tickets. So you had to stand in line for tickets – Steve was waiting for an hour and a half – and then you had to stand in line for a wristband if you were drinking and THEN you had to stand in line for drinks and food.
State of the TV Address
Hello, my name is Kristy and I am addicted to TV!
Actually, addiction might be too strong of a word, especially these days. It used to be bad – I’m talking watching every piece of trash they put on VH1 or MTV. Then I discovered Bravo and TLC and it was over. But in the past year or so, I made a pact with myself to stop watching the trash and allow myself time to enjoy the quality stuff while actually, you know, going out to live my life! That does not preclude me, however, from feeling all the giddiness at the return of some of my favorites shows and waiting with anticipation at some of the new shows.
I’m not even kidding, I treat Fall TV like back to school season. I do some research, decide which shows I want to try out then pull out my spreadsheet and start plotting out my DVR schedule. Since I only have two tuners, I can only record two things at once and at times, this can be a problem, usually Thursday nights. I could also probably watch one in the bedroom but then I’d have to sequester myself in the bedroom and take the chance that someone *ahem* in the house doesn’t realize two things are recording and god forbid, accidentally cancel one.
Hello, my name is Kristy and I am the TV Nazi!
But in all seriousness, it is that time of year to when there’s a bit of a crisp in the morning air, the fall scents start showing up in stores and the new seasons of shows start and I. AM. READY!
So I’m here to present you with my “State of the TV Address” which really is just me showing you what I’ll be watching this Fall.
Vroom!
Eighteen. That’s how old I was when I got my license. Unlike most kids my age, learning to drive just wasn’t up there on my priority list, which is amazing to me now because I LOVE to drive, for the most part. (When we exclude eleven hour car trips and daily commutes, and even the commutes weren’t so bad.) It was also amazing because I worked in high school. I got my first job as a sophomore, when I was maybe fifteen. I worked in the Men’s Department at Sears and thought I was the shit because I had to dress up and at that age, I hadn’t yet learned that wearing heels was not a good idea for a job you had to stand on your feet for hours on end.
But I worked in the mall from fifteen up until long after I got a license and a car. And you’d think being forced to take the bus would spur my interests in obtaining my license and essentially, my freedom. I can’t tell you why except it just was something that never felt like it needed to be a top priority. Between a very busy and heavy AP/Honors workload at school and my job, I didn’t feel like making time, maybe. My parents had also explained that I would need to pay my own way and get my own car as well as have limited access to their vehicles and since I knew I wasn’t going to be able to do either on my paltry part-time retail wages, I just didn’t even bother.
The first time I drove by myself was to my high school graduation, in my parents red Grand Prix.
A week after I started driving, I got my first ticket: for turning left on a red light. Because I wasn’t paying attention or some synapses weren’t firing correctly in my brain. I thought it was a stop sign so I treated it like on. Stopped, look both ways and went. With a cop RIGHT BEHIND ME!
Wednesday
I’ve been forced back into my Benadryl habit since I decided to forgo it Monday night and woke up the next morning feeling like someone was sitting on face and keeping me from breathing while simultaneously scratching my eyes out.
This means tonight you get an annotated entry which is basically just me telling you about Wednesday’s joy.
