Bumbershoot 2008

This was one of the few years where I actually attended at least a little part of each day of Bumbershoot.

Here's who I saw and what I did:

Saturday 8/30 -

• Beck and Band of Horses were the mainstage acts that day and I totally wasn't interested in going so while my friends all stood in the huge line to get the night passes, I went to the north comedy stage to see what was what. I was told incorrectly by a staff person that I didn't need a comedy pass for all shows.
• My group and I headed towards Neko Case but the line was so long to get in that half way through I realized that the set was almost over so I took off to see some comedy and then found out that I DID in fact need a comedy pass, which at that point were all passed out for all shows that day. Grrr. So plan C was catching the last bit of The New Faces set. Very good.
• Next I caught the first 20 min of this local hip hop guy named Grynch. Then I went over to see a little Ian Moore who was amazing. I wish I could have seen his whole set but I had to run and catch the literary essay readings from Kevin Sessums and David Schmaeder. Their peformance was so awesome.
• My friend Kathy and I grabbed something to eat and then I went to wait for Estelle to come on. She was so so great. "American Boy" didn't sound as sharp live, but "Just A Touch" was smokin'. This ended up being the last show of the day for me because I had a party to go to.

Sunday 8/31 -

I spent most of this day away from the festival. As my friends know, I totally hate people, so the crowds at Bumbershoot can be very trying.

After seeing a funny movie with Robert ("Tropic Thunder"!) and grabbing a quick bite of sushi with my dad, I did end up heading over to Bumbershoot in the evening. My friend had procured both a comedy pass and mainstage pass for me, so the first thing I did was head over to the south comedy stage to see "The MySpace Show" which was hilarious. Basically they took 2 random people from the audience with MySpace pages and improv'd a whole comedy sketch around them. Soooo funny.

Ended the evening by heading over to catch the return of Stone Temple Pilots. They...kinda sucked. I didn't stay for the whole thing. Scott Weiland seemed sober though.

Monday 9/1 -

• I headed over much earlier than I had intended considering that most of the acts that I cared about weren't until later.
• Caught a little of Joshua Morrison which was good. Then I headed over to comedy to see Greg Behrendt (y'know the "He's Just Not That Into You" guy) who was actually hysterical. On Saturday I had actually had a "F" list celebrity sighting when I ran into Craig from this season's Mole. He was very nice and gave me a hug. Then I kept on running into him including at the comedy venue on Monday so we ended up sitting together. He's very nice and a cutie!
• After comedy caught some Bedouin Soundclash from the beer garden and then ate a salmon sandwich (and a funnel cake...shhh...don't judge me) while watching this blues dude named Langhorne Slim.
• Met up with Kathy and we went back to the beer garden to watch a little world music from Cheb I Sabbah. Finally we headed over for one of the main reasons that I attended the festival this year - The Old 97s. I gotta say, as much as I love them, their energy seemed a little off tonight. Although it could entirely have been me - I was exhausted at that point.
• My celebrity sighting quotient went up notches when I saw not only comedian David Cross but the actress Amber Tamblyn whose hand he was holding. Are they an item? What a strange yet intriguing couple. Amber was actually luminously beautiful in person. I confess that I've never thought that she was pretty. At all. When she was that kid on General Hospital (Emily?) I thought she was so ugly and awkward, and she didn't really improve in my eyes as she got older and more famous. Even in the Traveling Pants movies where all 4 of those girls look so scrubbed-face and pretty, Amber just seems dulled. ANYWAY, girl is gorgeous, and was wearing a fab outfit and shoes. And I guess is getting it from David Cross of all people. Go figure.
• I finished the night by seeing about 6 min of Sondre Lerche. I was so tired by that point that I had to get to my car and drive home for fear of not making it at all. It seemed like it was going to be a great show, oh well.

Now it's all over and it's time to begin one of the busiest, most hectic months of my life. Good times.

Why does Chinese food always smell so much better than it tastes?

Some person(s) at my office today ordered Chinese food from I assume one of the numerous restaurants in the Southcenter area that deliver. Once the food arrived, the delicious smell permeated every corner of our office floor literally making my mouth water. The smell of garlic deliciousness is almost too much to handle.
But here's the deal - if I actually take the time to order chinese food of my own I know I'll be disappointed as I almost always am when eating Chinese food.

Which a couple of rare exceptions, I've really never had Chinese food that I would consider great. I am almost ALWAYS let down by the flat taste of dishes that smell heavenly. Why doesn't that amazing aroma translate into taste? Does the flavor of the food evaporate in the steam rising off of it?

Inquiring minds...

I guess I'll go try to appease my hunger with a sandwich. Boring, but at least there won't be any high expectations that it won't live up to, to worry about.

Did I say I hate packing? Well, I meant UNpacking

I am finally (mostly) moved into my new place. But besides my bedroom and some of my clothes, I haven't really unpacked anything since the movers left all of the boxes on Saturday.

First and foremost I have to finish putting up the window treatments on my weirdly sized windows so that I can actually walk around my house without worrying about being fully dressed. But after the trying experience of putting up the drapes in my bedroom on my own, I'm considering getting a professional to do the rest.
My walls would certainly appreciate having more talented hands putting things up.

Still not finished packing...

But at least I'm doing it. I've also had to move my dad this week from one apt in Courtland Place to another so I haven't had any time for myself.
Sometimes I hate my life. Seriously.

But I'm enjoying the HELL out of the SYTYCD finale tonight. Totally awesome routines.

Go Twitch and Katee!

ARRRRGGGHHH! I hate moving!

clarification - I hate PACKING.

Why has it been such a f*cking struggle for me to pack my goddamm house up to move into my fabulous new one?! This week is it! I have to have everything done by Saturday morning when my movers are coming. And yet here I sit, actively procrastinating and avoiding packing.

Posting blog entries and uploading photos from my recent trip to Mexico instead of packing my kitchen is not what I should be doing. But I'm powerless. No motivation whatsoever. It's a sickness.
What am I going to do? I'm kind of on the verge of getting hysterical here. I'm so mad at myself for putting this off to the last minute but still I'm not doing anything to make a difference. I need someone to give me a good ol' slap and say "SNAP THE FUCK OUT OF IT!"