Realization I've made about concerts

I hadn't been to any concerts in my life (except for symphony orchestras in my childhood) until a few months ago and have since been to a handful. Third Eye Blind is one of my favorite bands, so I figured nothing could ruin this experience for me. Well, this is the concert that made me realize I don't want to go to concerts whereat people do not sit in seats. Here's the review I submitted per Ticketmaster's request:

Love this band, hate concerts

Third Eye Blind @ The Palladium Ballroom in Dallas, TX on Mon, Jun 8, 2009

Posted 07/14/2009

by Arielle

Location: Richardson

They were great, though actually it was a bit disillusioning. I guess I still hold artists up on pedestals, a remnant of childhood I suppose. Anyway, almost everyone there, as on this planet, was a douche bag. The whole time had to be spent telling guys with popped collars twig-like girls with too much make up, high heels, and skimpy dressed that just because they moved with confidence didn't mean I would let them push their way ahead of me. I had been waiting in the same, fairly close to the stage area, feet killing me, for 2 hours, while they had showed up late, had a few beers, etc.

Also, the audience's feeble attempts to sing along probably ruined our chances of making it on the B side of the album they were using our concert to try to acquire some tracks for. Great Dallas, effing great.

Favorite moment: When enough of us voted int he song "I Want You" over "How's it Gonna Be", not that the latter isn't great too.

Setlist: Fuck if I remember.

Choconut Bars

This is a recipe my grandma and mom made that they got from a Better Homes and Gardens book. I couldn't find it anywhere on the internet, and it belongs there, so here it is:

Ingredients:
1.5 sticks of butter
1 cup sugar
2 beaten eggs
35 graham square or 2.5 cups of crumbs
2 cups marshmallows
1 tsp vanilla extract
6 oz/1 cup of bittersweet choc. chips
1/4 cup peanut butter

Melt butter in sauce pan on medium heat
Add sugar
Take off heat
Add eggs
Stir in
Put on low heat
Stir constantly (for like 10-15 minutes) until it gets thick and bubbly
Take off heat again
Add the crumblies and marshmallows
Once it's good and mixed in together, pat it down into a pan
Then microwave the choc. and peanut butter
Mix that yummy meltiness and then spread it evenly on the other yummy goodness in the pan
Put that in the fridge for at least an hour, probably two
Try not to eat it all in one place!

I don't think subbing Splenda for any of that sugar works by the way. It'll mess it up for some reason.

This Shit is Getting Out of Hand

I don't Know Who Makes these Decisions...

But it looks like Blackberry is the new Pomegranate.

Exhibit A at TGI Friday's:













Exhibit B, in an email I received today from a gourmet restaurant:
"Feature Entree: Grilled 10 oz. Flat Iron Fillet with a Blackberry Malt Vinaigrette and crumbled Goat Cheese"

The Pomegranates are all disappearing, they're already gone from Friday's! I wonder which fruit will be next...

Dream Problems

We all have our frequent dream themes: being naked, falling, etc. Some of my common ones are: being in drumline again, my dead brother being sort of alive, being in hotels and airports, especially going up elevators at both of those places, shopping at grocery stores, driving (especially before I got my license for the first time at age 22). One more that I have with some frequency is going on a trip but having forgotten my luggage. This happens because when I'm on a trip I think back to the "real" day before and remember not packing any luggage in the "real" world. So then I spend the rest of my dream worrying about what I'm going to do without clothing, medication, the proper shoes in which to work out, etc.

I have an idea that just my be brilliant though! What if...I pack a suitcase every night before bed?! Genius, I know. That way I can actually start enjoying all these trips in my dreams! It might even work if I just keep a suitcase packed at all times and simply look inside of it occasionally.

How do some women escape this?

Today my girlfriend learned the apparently foreign concept of the weigh-in ritual.

Me: "Oh goddamit! I weigh more after peeing than before! (141.6, 141.0, respectively) That almost never happens! Well, I'll weigh again... Gotta step on and off again, wait for the cycle to resent itself, or else it'll just get stuck in a rut giving you the same weight over and over again... Just gotta hope the second one was a fluke instead of the first... Okay, now I just weigh the same amount I did the first time... (141.0). Just one more time... ugh, the same. Okay I give up for now, it is just a mid day weigh in... You see why I have to get up an extra 10 minutes earlier for work every day?"