Gee Whiz, what a weekend.

The Beautiful Ashley Roze, ready for church
Me and the band - Tobe of the Street Dogs
Brian's broken nose
Me and my lover
The Crazy Eye


I really feel my age. Lets see, so Sunday morning I decided to go to Tulsa to see the Street Dogs cause I love them and they keep skipping KC when they tour. So I put some feelers out and Ben says he'll go and my mom will too. Which means we get to drive my mom's car. Which is actually a really nice car. Fast. So Sunday afternoon I lose my voice. I feel like crap. Monday, more of the same. So I dip out of work early and go to the doctor. The conversation goes like this.

"Doc, I have the swine flu"
"No, you just have allergies"
"No, I think you misunderstand what's going on here, I have the swine flu, I'm dying."
"No, you just have allergies."

Needless to say, she sends me on my way with allergy meds. Meanwhile, my left eye has gotten very red and gross. I nickname it The Crazy Eye. I wear my glasses for the next three days. Which are actually new and the right prescription and rather cute. Things are looking up and I almost have my voice back and we get up at the crack of dawn on Thursday. Ben comes over and I cut the hawk before we hit the road. I decide to Twitter the whole trip. Ashley keeps calling Ben 'Nick'. Ben wants to know if he can drive the car. Mom decides he can drive and she'll sleep. Instead I watch Mom have about three mini heart attacks as Ben drives her car in ways it has never been driven (by her at least). We get to Tulsa. My eye freaks out again and I have to take the contacts out. I forgot contact solution. We go to Wal-greens and get stared at (mohawked and tattooed). Some guy really likes Ben's hair and my tattoos.

Later that evening I'm sitting outside in my cousin Rebbecca's backyard holding her 4 month old daughter, Kai. Ben is playing blues on the electric guitar (Rebbecca's husband used to be in a punk band so he and Ben talk shop for a long time). It's a beautiful 75 degree day and I can smell fresh cut strawberries. It's a quiet, fabulous moment.

Dinner is over and we head to the show in some dive bar. People stare at us more. I try to convince some guy that I am the most Martha Stewart type girl he'll ever meet. He tells me that I can't be with that shoulder tattoo. He asks what's wrong with my eye. I tell him about The Crazy Eye. The show starts. Ben and I are running around having a great time scaring Tulsa folks, despite the fact that I can barely breathe cause of the 'allergies'. Singing along to every song. Two songs in Mike yells "Kansas City, I want to see you dance!" I guess he recognized us. Great show and afterwards, we are talking to Mike and Tobe, who asks me about The Crazy Eye as well. So they invite us back to the bus to hang out with them and Alkaline Trio, who is also touring with them, but didn't play that night. We don't go cause I am too tired. Ben hates me.

So heading back home the next day and I sleep. A lot. Which irritates Ashley. I have lost my voice again. We run to the grocery store real quick and start getting ready to go see the Offspring. Ben and Kelsie come over and we grill some burgers and put Ben's hawk back up. We tell Brian and Kelsie how lame the crowd at the Tulsa show was. Off we go to another show.

The crowd here sucks too, We don't like Amberlin so we stay out for that, but head in when Alkaline trio starts. very, very push pit. Lots of big dumb frat boy types who think it's just an excuse to hit people. So I get thrown around a lot. I fall down a lot. They play This Could Be Love and Brian and I dance together in the mosh pit. That part was great. The Used was next and we skipped that, the Taking Back Sunday who put on a killer set, I thought. Then the Offspring start and the pit gets really wild. So Brian finds me at one point and says,"I feel like my nose is broken". I look and it looks like a half moon. I mean, it is screwed up! So we laugh for a minute then get serious and head out of the pit.

Long story short, he has no idea what or who hit him and he shattered it into about eight pieces. He goes in on Friday for surgery to fix it. I 'm pretty frustrated. I mean, we're just getting our finances under control and this happens! I have no idea how much it's going to cost us, but I'm assuming a few thousand dollars. But it's broken so bad, he has too! So anyway, I'm sure it's really painful and uncomfortable for him too. I'll keep you all updated. So anyway, we decided we may be too old for mosh pits. From now on, we'll be the boring people in the back. Neato.

Other news, I think I may start writing a book. I dunno. It's an idea that was brought up to me and I keep throwing around. It occurs to me that while my life is not that interesting, I have a good way of making a mundane story entertaining. I think that's why half of my clients go to me. well, that and my stunning color expertise :)