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Wednesday, June 23, 2004
You can go your own way.

Last night I dreamt that Heather was warning me about one of her friends.
"Be careful", she said, "She has really sharp nipples...They can cut you"

When I woke up I wasn't sure if I had dreamt it or not so I asked her if she has actually told me that the night before. The confused and almost frightened "no" I got in response was really amusing.

One thing that was not a dream last night was the Fleetwood Mac concert. I went with H-bomb, her sister, and her friend Kelowna. It was probably my third concert experience at Coors, and I would say it was fairly average. Our seats (which were too far from the stage to really see anything) were definitely not worth the 80 dollars we paid.

The performance itself was pretty good though. You always run a certain risk when attending "classic rock concerts", because the people on stage tend to look like my parents pretending to be rock stars. In Stevie Nicks's case, she looks like my mom dressed for the renaissance fair, pretending to be a rock star. Even though Nicks came off as a little tired to me and Buckingham came off as a little retarded, it was still a solid performance from the veteran super-band.

By far the most entertaining member of the band was the wild-eyed drummer, who managed to throw together an enjoyable drum solo due to the fact that he had synth drum pads sewn into his vest. So you got this crazy old man prancing around the stage whacking himself in the belly.

Another enjoyable portion of the evening was the crowd itself. I was particularly amused by audience members who would gasp with delight and surprise when "the Mac" would break into one of their big hits. "I can't believe their playing Landslide!" someone shouted excitedly. I half expected to hear someone say, "I can't believe the sky got darker at night!"

Being so far away it's hard to feel a real connection with the music. So I just assume sit back and watch what I can. There's always someone close by, who feels like they should be "rocking out", and insists on screaming and yelling.

Now don't get me wrong. I enjoy a good scream...A good piercing whistle at an event like this. But it's only really good when it's drowned out by the music, and the rest of the crowd around you. We were so far away that a lone "whoop!" from three rows back, would pretty much dominate whatever was coming from the main stage. It just made our seats seem that much worse.

Oh yeah...One more thing. Stevie Nicks (as I alluded to before) still wears all these long flowing dresses and loves to spin around in them (much to the delight of the crowd) and sort of stand with her limbs spread out so you can see the silhouette of her body through the loose fabric. The later move reminding me a lot of Manos the Hands of Fate.

Despite the poor seats it was a good show. Not the best show, but a good one, and everyone else I was with seemed to enjoy themselves so bonus for that.


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Monday, June 21, 2004
I get my kicks _above_ the waistline sunshine.

I don't know what it is, but there is something that compels people to spoil surprises for me.

My good buddy Fwats spoiled the ending of the book "Return of the King" (and therefore the entire Lord of the Rings series)

An acquaintance (and recent Magic The Gathering inductee) ruined a key surprise for me in the third book of the Fire and Ice series.

Today my officemate spoiled the result of the Portugal/Spain match that I had recorded on DVD...Even though I told him not to earlier this morning.

Of course all three were accidents. But it's still frustrating.

So to all my friends. Please allow me to find some of these things out for myself.




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