1. Apple Store, Penn Square Mall, Oklahoma City, OK: My dad called to let me know that TurboTax had felled our mighty eMac from 2004. Surprise. He was freaking out because now he had no computer with which to go online and order a new computer so that he could complete filing in a timely manner. I suggested that instead of ordering a computer and taking a day off work to await its arrival that we go to the Apple Store conveniently located near a J. Crew. He agreed, with reservation - about what, I don't know. We completed the purchase after about 500 hours of luddite torture inflicted by Dad toward myself and the poor, annoying apple guy who says he will email the receipt and call us when the additional memory stick has been installed - yes, we had them do it. When we return to pick up the computer, the concierge/dumbass asks for our receipt. I say it will be emailed to us with our Apple Care information. Dad then completely freaks out because it dons on him that without his old computer working, he can't possibly check email to print out the new receipt. FOR REAL! I calmly try to tell him that he can access his email from any computer and that we need only to turn on the new computer so that he can log in to gmail. He thinks this over and clearly thinks that he has spawned a complete and utter retard for thinking that email can exist on more than just one's personal computer. Seriously, folks, it's amazing I can even read. Also, he has a Ph.D.
2. Meacham Hall, OU, Norman, OK: Later that night, Darryl/Craig Robinson, the endearing warehouser from The Office performed his stand up routine at OU. It bordered on totally lame and awful and made extensive use of a Casio and the word "panties." I could make better jokes in my sleep, if I were funny. Later that night, we saw him holding court over a mixture of fratsters and sorostitutes (who probably don't watch The Office unless it's on in the background while they're blowing dudes with their boat shoes* still on) at the bar. Ew.
3. East Lawn, OU, Norman, OK: Later, later that night, we returned from the disappointing "comedy" show to whine and complain about the lack of interesting shit to do in Norman, the boyfriend stumbled upon the fact that Voxtrot would be performing at OU, right where we had been a mere minutes earlier. We finished our Keystones and braved the streets filled with the remnants of OU's first scrimmage to listen to approximately 1.5 songs before they finished. Oops. They are darling! Like all good hipsters, they are mini. Super cute, teeny tiny musicians. Oh well, random indie bands are always clamoring to play in Norman, so there'll be more... Actually, if you read this (ha!) and you're from the area, the Norman Music Festival happens the 26th. The line up isn't bad including British Sea Power, The Polyphonic Spree and lots of not totally sucky local acts.
4. Cain's Ballroom, Tulsa, OK: Mr. Shain and I hit the turnpike for a quick trip to Tulsa to hear my favorite Feist perform Monday night. Shain is truly dear sometimes, but I don't know why, and frankly, it scares me. He picked me up from work and promptly handed me a Boylan lime seltzer, my favorite, for the trip. I thought for sure this meant that he was the Silvio to my Ade. After a pit stop at McDonald's so Shain could stuff his face with the new southern chicken sandwich (what does that even mean, McDonald's?) we arrived in Tulsa to get lost in the totally dead downtown area. It was weird. We were afraid to park, but we did and made it inside. Now, I love Feist and you will not convince me otherwise. I have Let it Die and The Reminder memorized. I will fight you if you say she sucks unless it looks like I cannot win. Right, my point was that I suspected, as we entered the venue, that the Urban Outfitted attendees did not share the same kind of love. I was right. Instead of singing the The Park, she railed the audience for their behavior to the melody. I imagine this is not unusual for her, that she probably rehearses admonishments for mid-western audiences, but I got her point. Shain thought it was preachy and tacky. What was actually maybe more tacky was her outfit - I couldn't decide if her white fringed mini dress with white leather booties topped with beaded Native American inspired necklaces was an homage to her surroundings or just bizarre taste. More disturbing was the continued audience behavior. This chick beside me totally flipped her shit on the security guy near us chatting up a totally drunk girl. The security dude actually told her to shut the fuck up. I was stunned. But then I returned to the hypnotic effect of the music accompanied by this super hot piano player and the boyfriend's doppleganger on guitar (he seriously looked quite like him). She played all the old favorites including new versions of Inside and Out and Let it Die. She forgot a verse of Mushaboom, but came back with a fantastic encore of Sealion Woman. One of the most compelling things about the whole show, besides Shain's clothing choice which involved a stuffed in t-shirt and vest, was the shadow imagery projected on the back of the stage area. Usually, I hate that shit, but now, of course, I want to change careers. We got home about 2 and I headed into work by 8. Awesome, but worth it.
5. My Bed, Norman, OK: I went to bed last night a about 7pm and woke up at 6.30 this morning. Hence the bloglessness. I'll try to be better about reporting my totally boring life and inane observations, but no promises.
*Has anyone noticed this trend? WFT? They are the summer equivalent of Uggs, I suppose. I will never understand and assume that's for the best.
12 comments:
yay for blogging! also, i love my boat shoes. and vests... shut up.
i was just talking last night how older adults think they get 'their' internet at home and can only get it at home. dude. and they don't believe you when you try to explain it to them.
i kinda hate feist and now i kinda hate her even more. seriously? berating the audience? neko case did that at a show in lawrence and people threw their lit cigarettes at her.
if i pay $20 to see you, you'd better damn well not berate me. douchebag.
I don't care what anyone says I heart Feist.
I was at cain's the next night. I had never been. Boo for will call, and boo for refusing to mail a ticket. Boo for Tulsa for having no place to eat and no gas station that's open after 11:00pm. Yay for concerts.
Who eats at McDonald's?
Sometimes McDonald's cheeseburgers are the only thing that make this girl happy ok. Is that such a crime?
No, Julie, it is not. But the BK is such the better way.
On the subject of BK, this thing is so ridiculous that I cannot help but love it.
shain - you would. i don't know how you didn't mention me eating at taco bueno/bell/mayo/whatever it was. maybe you're a better "friend" than i thought?
d- hater. but, if i pay $20 then as much as you want to act as you will for your $20, i want to hear her. that was not coherent, per se, but. nothing. that's all.
julie - yes! yay! she's my favorite even though she did rock some totally weird white leather mini boot things. ug city.
christopher - yes. we waited at will call too. it was a strange and inefficient system. we got there at 9 and couldn't find anywhere to eat within a reasonable distance which resulted in us driving somewhere presumably unsafe where i ate a flimsy paper plate of "fresh broiled" nachos - whatever that means. otherwise, i'm on board with that place. hello! six packs at the bar!
cherry - you do. and you like it.
julie - i know! granted, they're not the best cheeseburgers, but sometimes, any will do. more than one usually.
cherry - bk = gross. somehow, i've managed to eat there maybe four times in my life in spite of being raised in OK. we're an arby's/taco bell kind of clan. i also refuse wendy's wacko square burgers. if i do eat a burger, i prefer sonic and braums if anyone's keeping count.
chris - that thing's gotta be super bad for you. my browser won't even load it. too many calories for the bandwidth?
i totally wasn't going to mention driving around for 40 minutes to find natchos for you!
I ended up going over to the OSU campus just north of downtown and eating at subway in the student lounge. As it was reasonably quick and close, and it did not involve visiting any (presumably) unsafe establishments, I suppose I would recommend it to future concert-goers.
Also, though you can't tell from the picture (what browser won't load it? I find this unacceptable), it has a wendys-style square patty, though it is grilled instead of fried.
Voxtrot are darling!
Also, my dad refuses to use computers and my mom holds the cell phone like a walkie-talkie in front of her mouth. So your dad's not such an anomaly.
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