John Mayer

Yesterday Lauren VM, Dia and I went to see John "the love of Dia's life" Mayer. He's just like he is on his albums. So if you love that you would die of happiness to see him live. If you don't love it, you aren't confronted with something unpleasant or unfamiliar.

I like him (not love). I did have a fabulous time at the concert. There was an insanely drunk girl in a conservative sweater set in the row in front of us. Betting on whether she'd do a header over the railing in front of her was really entertaining.

After the show we went to the Capitol, took some pictures and did not get arrested. But barely. Good times. Lauren has the pics, I'll post a few when she uploads them.

What being at a concert really did for me though was get me excessively excited about Joe Firstman! Woooooo! I'm trying not to get myself worked up too early (still a month to wait) but its hard.

Today after dragging my unrested butt to Spanish and 368, Melissa and I went and got her Pierced!!! The dude had just opened and he made us wait like an hour in his frigid cold waiting area, but it was worth it. Melissa was so brave, she didn't even scream. She did curse. But I mean how could you not? Plus she has the cutest little tiny tummy thats starting to get tan and muscular from the crunches and self-tanner. She's too hot to handle.

Pics to follow-
Abby

Canada, Eskimos, Potatoes.

Dia and Abby Talk Online

*Sorry about the internet jargon.

Dia: What time are you finished with class tomorrow?
Abby: well. 2:30, but i have a group meeting at 3 and the only time i can meet my engr group might be like 7. but i'm going to try and get them to change it.
Dia: I was going to try to get you to go to the greenville mall with me
Abby: oh yeah i so dont have time for that.
Dia: I'll just have to shop alone. Hah. It's okay, I'm a woman on a mission
Abby: what are you after?
Dia: You might cringe, but I hope not
Abby: y?
Dia: Ugg boots, but they are embroidered up the sides
Abby: why?!?! what purpose could such boots possibly serve?
Dia: they're warm and cute
Dia: i know, i normally don't like them, but I tried them on with my mom...
Dia: at her suggestion
Abby: wrong. not cute. you live in south carolina, not eskimo country.
Dia: But people in south carolina pretend they're in eskimo country
Dia: I kind of want to be a cute eskimo
Abby: move to canada.
Dia: i can speak their language
Dia: Are there eskimos there?
Abby: of course. where there is tundra there are eskimos.
Dia: There is tundra in Canada?
Dia: I just thought there were canadians.
Dia: And Geese.
Abby: the whole thing is like a giant glacier.
Dia: What!!
Dia: Since when?
Dia: How do people live there?
Abby: THEY'RE ESKIMOS!!!!!!!!!
Dia: LOL
Dia: I don't believe you.
Dia: I've never seen a candian where a big furry coat.
Abby: wear.
Abby: you've never seen a canadian.
Dia: Yes I have, Linda (Kristof's wife) is a canadian
Dia: Well, now american
Abby: living in, survey says: California! not an icy rock at all.
Dia: But I met them in Hawaii.
Abby: oh my gosh. can't you just buy some cute boots with fur lining that are respectable? for the sake of our friendship?
Dia: this is going to jeapordize our friendship!!? They're just warm and fuzzy and comforting, like mashed potatoes for your feet.
Abby: i'm eating mashed potatoes right now.
Dia: Oh yum!
Dia: Put them on your feet!
Abby: ew! no.
Dia: Then you'll know what I mean.
Dia: Warm, comforting, and make you feel good.
Abby: other boots can do that and not make me hate you.

About here Abby recieves a message from Ben and this conversation commences:

Ben: i'm so cold right now it's amazing
Abby: put some mashed potatoes on your feet.
Ben: mashed potatoes?
Abby: its a long story.
Abby: why are you cold?
Ben: halloween
Ben: i was sitting on the porch handing out candy
Abby: ah. were you not dressed as an eskimo?
Ben: sadly no
Ben: i could have used a fur collar
Ben: i did, however, have coffee with bailey's
Abby: oh! now that warms you from the inside out. good stuff.
(Lauren- Its fate!)

Back to me and Dia

Dia: I don't have to wear socks under these boots.
Dia: In fact, I'm directed not to!
Abby: what?!?! you're just going to stick your bare feet down in your steamy boots?
Dia: I prefer the word "cozy" to "steamy"
Dia: They're not exactly like mashed potatoes
Abby: well if you go inside where its warm your feet will get hot and sweat all up in your boots and then they will smell yucky and breed fungus and you'll die.
Dia: I'll die from my feet up?
Dia: Doesn't fungus take a while to incubate?
Abby: well once you're in your cozy shoes you'll probably get used to them and you will go soft and wear them every day and then quickly die.
Abby: is it worth it?!?! is it?!?!?
Dia: ...maybe if I can eat mashed potatoes while I wear them. And you call me an eskimo.
Abby: i will, but over the phone as I will be unwilling to be seen with you in public.
Dia: No way! You're not going to be with me in public!? I've worn worse in the past!
Abby: yes and we've broken you of that haven't we?
Dia: ...I still keep a pair of birkenstocks at home for safe keeping.
Abby: are you trying to drive me away now?
Dia: You're not in my death mobile, I'm not driving you anywhere!
Abby: yarg!

I don't know what to do. Somebody call Stacey and Clinton.

Abby and Dia's Adventures

A Brief History of Abby and Dia's Concerts
Oct. 2004- Gavin DeGraw in Greenville, SC. Michael Tolcher Opens.
Aug. 2005- Gavin DeGraw in Raleigh, NC. Michael Tolcher Opens.
Nov. 2005- Michael Tolcher in Atlanta, GA. Family Force 5 Opens.
Oct. 2006- Family Force 5 in Columbia, SC.

A Brief History of Abby and Dia being Lost
Oct. 2004- Lost in Greenville looking for Gavin. GHOST DOG!!!!
Nov. 2004- Lost near the SC/NC state line. Are we in North Carolina?
July 2005- Lost in Columbia looking for a two-story Starbuck's with a balcony.
July 2005- Lost in Columbia looking for a mall.
Aug. 2005- Lost our minds while receiving a speeding ticket somewheres in NC at 3am.
Oct. 2006- Lost in Columbia by taking the wrong turn, and turning the wrong way- twice.

A Long History about what happened Last Night.
Last night Dia and I made the 2 hour journey to Columbia to see Family Force 5 give a free outdoor show at 5 Points. We left approximately 1.75 hours after our planned departure time. But we looked fabulous. I wore my teal Chinese shirt and my red cords, Dia had French jeans on with a button-up tied over a black tank. Tres chic!

We did not get lost on the way there. Nearly, but not quite. Go us! We drive up and find $3 parking right across the street, which was probably a huge rip-off, but we Chicagoans were thrilled.

We walk up and the concert is on a big open lot (probably a parking lot by day) that has a 20x20ft "stage" in one corner. The "stage" is really a 4ft high walled in area that looks like it should be a garden or something. There's a tree in it. Pretty classy. The lot has a little beer stand and a snack stand and the building on one side of it seems to be occupied by a bar and a Starbucks. A two-story Starbuck's with a fricken balcony. You should have seen Dia's face.

The opening band was called Mean Wiener. They were ok, an older, local-looking rock band. We got Bud Light in plastic bottles. Those things freak me out.

Dia had this idea about putting on a French accent and telling people she was French. Some guy walked up to hit on me (he complimented my shirt) and Dia just jumped in. It was amazing. His tongue was dragging on the ground. He thought her frenchness was so sexy. He totally believed that she was my French cousin. It was positively the most awesome nonsense Dia has ever pulled in front of me. I'm now learning accents for the exclusive purpose of picking up guys.

Anyway, eventually Family Force 5 came on and they were so brilliant. They are great live and they are so energetic. Plus they are nuts. The guitarist jumped down off the stage and did a lap around the lot with a stop to play a solo on the curb for passing cars. One of the guys did the worm on the 1 foot wide ledge. The lead singer spent a lot of quality time hanging over us on the light post on the ledge. So crazy, so fun. Afterwards we got pics with the boys and signatures.

When we left, Dia turned on the wrong road. But we found our way to the interstate and promptly got on going the wrong way. Luckily there was a Waffle House at the next exit so we went in and grabbed some coffee and grub. Our waiter was totally high. We ate and got pecan pie to go. We got back on the road in the right direction and then got on the next road going the wrong way. It happens. We made it home in one piece anyway. Good Times.

Yay getting lost and concerts and finding that damn Starbucks a year after we gave up on it.

Finally, a break!

So I had the hideous two tests today. I think I did good. Both were kinda up in the air. One had really ambiguous instructions, the other it was impossible to know if you did the problems right. So I guess we'll see. On the up side- they're over!

Dia's newest vocab word: emfathatic. Means emphatically apathetic. Not caring with a passion. I understand. Its sort of that feeling you get when people tell you about stuff like anime. I don't watch anime. I have no intention of ever watching anime. I couldn't be less interested. And my brain is already crowded. I strongly don't care about this topic. I'm emfathatic about it.

Since I only slept like 4 hours last night, I think I'll take a nap now.

How I got Engaged On Dia's Birthday

Dia's 21st Birthday Minutes

6(ish)- Kids meet at Mellow Mushroom for delicious Pizza. Dia's chair is adorned with obnoxiously large balloons that embarrass her.

8- Pizza is all eaten, we head downtown to collect legal drinks. Dia gets the traditional free T-shirt that proclaims she celebrated her 21st at Tigertown Tavern

[Sidenote: I just discovered that the cold pizza I found in my fridge and am now eating is stuffed crust. Heaven!]

Dia has a martini called a "French Kiss". Many pictures are taken, jokes are made, fun is had by all.

8:25- Someone talks about the cherries in Dia's drink and if anyone can tie a knot in a cherry stem with their tongue. Dia claims that Abby can. I have no recollection of attempting this feat since the 9th grade. No matter, the table is a tizzy. Chris Adams proclaims that if I can do this, he will marry me.

8:35- Turns out I can do that. Chris proposes. More pictures. Drinks all around.

9:00- Relocate to Dia's. Open presents. None are a puppy despite suspicion. Beer Pong, Cake, Wine

11:30- Abby's new husband takes her home. Abby passes out almost instantly.

And that was Dia's Birthday/My engagement

A Dead Puppy Named Megatron- A Dia's Birthday Tribute

Dia's birthday is Monday. Her mom said she was sending a gift that would arrive Friday and Dia absolutely must pick it up Friday. No waiting around until Monday.

This leads to some speculating on what the gift could be. It must be perishable if there is such urgency about the pickup. Cookies? Fruit? Liquor? (ok, liquor won't go bad over the weekend, but it would be a shame to leave it.) Dia for some reason says, "What if its a puppy?!" Because Dia needs a puppy and her mom would totally send it FedEx.

So now there is a lot of giggling about going to the post office and getting a box with holes on top that's wiggling. The postal workers would be amused by the puppy that got mailed in from Chicago. Or maybe the package wouldn't be wiggling. What if the puppy didn't make it?!? The trip is long and hard and the puppy is so small and fragile.

After long discussions as to the likelihood of Dia's mom actually sending her a puppy, we go to the post office. Dia fills out the little package pickup card while we continue to debate the puppy situation. Dia hands in the card and the post office lady makes a face. "Oh! This one..." Our shock leads us to tell her about the feared dead puppy situation at hand. She's enigmatic. She neither confirms nor denies our suspicions. She merely disappears into the back.

Dia (my dear girl being the most gullible person on earth) is now genuinely starting to panic about the incoming canine. What would she do with a puppy? Her mom wouldn't send her a puppy! I idly suggest she names the pup Megatron. Seems like a nice name for a cross-country pup. We now collapse in giggles at the mental image of Dia cuddling a tiny ball of fur named Megatron.

The lady peeks around the corner and tells Dia to shut her eyes. She then places a box in front of her. Its not moving! Little Megatron must be dead! Dia opens her eyes.

Flowers. A tall bouquet by Todd Oldham. Not a puppy. I say, "Too bad, Megatron would have been such a nice dog."
The post office lady looks at us in horror saying, "You were going to name your puppy 'Megatron'?" She now thinks we're unfit pet owners.

I still think Megatron is a nice name.

Happy Birthday Dia!