You know how I do.
R.I.P. LeRoi Moore
I honestly haven’t been into new Dave Matthews Band since my junior year of college, but I’ve seen the band perform many times and it’s just so sad. It like that kid you hung out with constantly your freshman year of college passed away and even though you haven’t seen him since, say, Sept. 11 your sophomore year, knowing that he’s not around anymore to create still feels like a huge loss. So R.I.P.
For any DMB/former DMB fans/interested parties, here’s the set list from the show last night:
Tuesday Aug 19 2008
Staples Center
Bartender*
Proudest Monkey*
Satellite*
So Damn Lucky*
Eh Hee *
Water Into Wine*
Burning Down The House*
Dancing Nancies*
Loving Wings*
The Maker*
Sledgehammer*
Grey Street*
Dreaming Tree*
Crash Into Me*
Everyday
Anyone Seen The Bridge*
Too Much Intro*
Ants Marching*
Encore:
Sister+
Corn Bread*
Two Step*
So anyway, here’s a screen cap of the email, which was sent at 9:26pm on Monday, August 18:
Please note that it says, clear as day, that flights from JFK to RDU for travel this coming Saturday to next Monday or Tuesday are $69 each way.
So, I figure, “Hey, why not just check it out? Don’t have to buy a ticket, just look…” Here is what happens when you follow the rules - magically, the trip is $339. I may consider myself more of a writer than an accountant, but this makes no sense. I try one more time, thinking perhaps I screwed up the dates or something. Still:
Upon further investigation on the website, I learn the following:
So…it’s $129 each way to/from RDU from either JFK or LGA? That’s significantly different from $69 each way. And if the site just wasn’t updated as of me writing this (it’s almost 1am early Tuesday morning/late Monday night), then why even send out an email if the website isn’t updated?
Nice job, Delta. Nice job.
1. Congratulations to Angelina Jolie for actually being a mother and being exhausted after taking care of her children. Let’s all give her a Noble prize for being such a fucking saint. The only woman in the world to be exhausted after dealing with 6 kids under the age of 8. Duh.
2. The thing that is wrong with Madonna’s face is that she’s old, she works out too much, and she’s had about 19 too many plastic surgeries.
3. I’m cranky, but let’s call it feisty.
I’m not sure which is funnier: what happens or that her name is Colleen:
I had the craziest dream last night and I have no idea what it means at all, though I should probably just take it as it is:
I was returning home to New York (JFK airport for some strange reason; I usually fly out of LGA) from what I think was Raleigh (minor detail I forgot after waking up). I had a flight that left early in the morning and the last time I looked at my watch in my dream was 6:45am. I fell asleep. I woke up and I was on a JetBlue flight (which I guess is why I was supposed to be at JFK, since it doesn’t fly to LGA), but it was strangely quiet. Everyone seemed to be waiting for something. I was in the front and like, “Eff this! Let’s get off this pliz-zane!” I looked at my watch and saw that it said 9pm, but thought not much of it, thinking that maybe it was 9am & my watch was just spazzing. I left the plane. It was sorta set up like the “Soarin’ Over California” ride at Disneyland - very wide.
I walked off and into the airport and immediately got confused. It wasn’t JFK. I kept walking, this time a little more, “Ummm WTF?!” Then I see a huge sign on the wall: “Welcome to Los Angeles International Airport.”
Naturally, I’m a little bit panicked to find out that I have not landed in New York, but LAX in California.
So I run back to the plane and am magically not stopped by security or anyone and I go back to my seat, as they’re in the middle of announcing that we were unable to land at John F. Kennedy Airport and had to fly to LAX instead. (As Jay pointed out when I told him this morning, “So…they couldn’t land in NY, so they…flew to California?”)
As one can only do in dreamland, I find a free customer service representative as soon as I get into the terminal, who looks and sounds suspiciously like my Aunt Carol, who I only see like 4 times a year. I explain to her that I’m part of the NY JetBlue flight and I needed to get home. She took me to this back door - almost secret entrance - to a ticket counter that also doubled as a line at a grocery store. Yes, it was still set up in LAX. I explained to him the situation - realize that it’s actually only 6pm since it was PDT time - and he looks up my next flight options back to NY.
At this point in my dream, I’m magically also on the phone with Jay, explaining what’s happening to him. It was the same situation as when I returned from Comic Con; a Wednesday and I technically didn’t have anything to do until the following Monday. So I suggest to the ticket agent/grocery store clerk that I can wait til the following morning to get a flight out (hey, when in Rome Los Angeles…). Jay and the Aunt Carol look/soundalike try to shush me up, but I insist the whole time, “It’s fine. I don’t have anything to do the rest of this week and Jana lives in Burbank, she can maybe come pick me up! I’ve never seen LA!” Jay keeps insisting he’ll call his Aunt Cindy or some other relative he has in LA or even Ralph & Stevi while the Aunt Carol look/soundalike is hushing me up, like I’m an idiot for not wanting to rush back to NY on a red-eye flight.
The man tells me there’s a flight leaving very soon or else there’s another one at 11am the next morning. I’m all about calling Jana in Burbank to show me LA/introduce me to David Duchovny ((sigh)), but just as I’m about to find out what flight I am taking, I woke up.
So, what does it mean?
Happy 2-year anniversary, Collwrites! Even though I made a post back in January 2006, this wasn’t a regular thing until August 16, 2006. Meeeeeemories….
Jay just discovered both the Dresden Dolls and the Hype Machine, so I’m being ignored over Skype while he plays and decided to write a blog post about nothing while I pass the time.
La la la la laaaaa!
Not much to report here. Made a spur of the moment trip to Raleigh last weekend. Jay, Clif & I went to see The Dark Knight in IMAX, which rocked. We walked around downtown for a little while because a free concert was going on outside, but were too cheap to pay cover charges in any of the bars there, so we went to a bar at North Hills mall since Clif & Cassidy had met us there for a little dinner at 5 Guys and Clif went with us in our car and left his there. It was actually really fun. At first, we were doing that whole, “We’re only going to order the drinks that are the specials of the night so we save money” type thing. Then when we sat down, it became “Colleen needs to try that giant margarita they have here!” Then it turned into “Okay, one more drink!” Then “Okay, let’s order the hot wings, we’re kinda hungry.” It was really fun and I’m glad I went. I left at 7am Sunday morning because it was my dad’s birthday.
On a girly side note, when we were walking around down town, we stopped in front of the entrance of the free concert. It looked familiar and I looked around and realized that we were standing in the exact same spot that Jay & I first met! All together now: “Awwwww!”
The end.
Oh and Clif willing used my lip gloss because no one had chapstick. Priceless.
This may be the greatest furniture ever:
Found them here: http://31504.livejournal.com/50971.html
Hilarious.
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