I can't decide whether I kicked off 2009 right or if today was a sad indication of things to come. I spent the entire day on the couch watching The Biggest Loser (season 3) marathon.
The. Entire. Day.
I came downstairs when I was too hungry to continue sleeping, poured a bowl of cereal, sat down on the couch and didn't really get up again. I simply could not stop watching. (For anyone that watched season 3....Erik?!?! Amazing.)
Good thing I only have to work one more day before the weekend because I'm exhausted.
Thursday, January 01, 2009
Oh Yeah...
...Happy New Year.
Here's to hoping that 2009 brings as much adventure to this unadventurous girl as 2008.
Here's to hoping that 2009 brings as much adventure to this unadventurous girl as 2008.
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
I'd like you to meet my new friend, Greg.
I'm back on the West Coast, Internet, and I don't know how I feel about it. Actually, that's a lie - I do know how I feel about it. I feel a little bummed. It was a good trip and a much needed break from real life. I wish it could have lasted longer.
But, here I am. 10:57pm on New Year's Eve, cuddled up in bed, blogging. That's how I ring in the new year. I'm a regular party animal.
I thought about writing a Christmas recap (complete with pictures and all the details I know you've been dying to hear) for my last post of 2008 but decided to do something a little better. I'm going with a story. Sort of a combination of my favorite type of posts - "Conversation of the Day" and "On the bus today...".
Except this conversation wasn't on the bus. It was in a restaurant.
And it wasn't short and sweet, like most are. It went on and on. And on.
On the evening of my first full day in Michigan, my parents and I did a little shopping and had dinner at the Beale Street Smokehouse - a small restaurant tucked away on a side street and attached to a gas station.
Sounds shady. Looks a little shady. Totally legit.
I'm a sucker for a pulled pork sandwich. In a perfect world I would eat one every day. And after we left that night I couldn't stop thinking about the one I had just eaten. I kept saying, "Man, that was so good!" the whole way home. And for days after. So it was decided that we would eat there again before I left town.
A week later we hit up Beale Street again. We had no idea what was in store for us.
We sat at a table near the "bar" (three or four stools at the short counter). I was facing it, my parents sitting on either side of me at the square table. As we settled in I noticed the man at the bar watching us. I tried not to notice until he said, "You know, I'm watching you guys....I'm watching you guys, here together as a family...with love...and I just wish I had that growing up."
Awkward? Most definitely.
He talked at us (I can't really call it a conversation) from the moment we sat down until we got our food. It was so uncomfortable. He fancies himself as a people-reader and shared with us several things:
Needless to say, my food wasn't as enjoyable as the first night. There's something about being stared at while you eat that puts a damper on the experience.
But hey, at least now I know that NYC is where I belong.
But, here I am. 10:57pm on New Year's Eve, cuddled up in bed, blogging. That's how I ring in the new year. I'm a regular party animal.
I thought about writing a Christmas recap (complete with pictures and all the details I know you've been dying to hear) for my last post of 2008 but decided to do something a little better. I'm going with a story. Sort of a combination of my favorite type of posts - "Conversation of the Day" and "On the bus today...".
Except this conversation wasn't on the bus. It was in a restaurant.
And it wasn't short and sweet, like most are. It went on and on. And on.
On the evening of my first full day in Michigan, my parents and I did a little shopping and had dinner at the Beale Street Smokehouse - a small restaurant tucked away on a side street and attached to a gas station.
Sounds shady. Looks a little shady. Totally legit.
I'm a sucker for a pulled pork sandwich. In a perfect world I would eat one every day. And after we left that night I couldn't stop thinking about the one I had just eaten. I kept saying, "Man, that was so good!" the whole way home. And for days after. So it was decided that we would eat there again before I left town.
A week later we hit up Beale Street again. We had no idea what was in store for us.
We sat at a table near the "bar" (three or four stools at the short counter). I was facing it, my parents sitting on either side of me at the square table. As we settled in I noticed the man at the bar watching us. I tried not to notice until he said, "You know, I'm watching you guys....I'm watching you guys, here together as a family...with love...and I just wish I had that growing up."
Awkward? Most definitely.
He talked at us (I can't really call it a conversation) from the moment we sat down until we got our food. It was so uncomfortable. He fancies himself as a people-reader and shared with us several things:
- I need to appreciate what I have. (He repeated this five or six times.) He wished he had what I have when he was growing up.
- I look like my Mom.
- I look like both of my parents.
- I'm a New York City girl. I don't belong on the West Coast.
- My dad is less expressive (I wonder how he guessed that? Maybe by the fact that he stared at his menu and didn't look at Greg for the first half of the conversation.) and that my Mom is more talkative.
- My dad was either an educator or a psychologist. He was totally thrown when we told him the truth.
- My dad is a people-person. (This is where my dad told him that he hates people. That shut him up for about 3 seconds.)
- My parents have independent children. And they gave us the strength to be independent, which is the most important gift you can give a child.
- I look just like my Dad.
- Back in the day, the city my parents grew up in was full of "corn fed" people. Farmers. Or not.
- I love my Dad. (He repeated this seven or eight times.)
- "I'm just going to say one more thing...she loves you, man. She loves you."
Needless to say, my food wasn't as enjoyable as the first night. There's something about being stared at while you eat that puts a damper on the experience.
But hey, at least now I know that NYC is where I belong.
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Don't Be Jealous
Sunday, December 21
6:15pm - Leave for airport in the snow.
6:45pm - Finally make it out of the city after searching for a freeway entrance that didn't include a giant hill.
7:11pm - Arrive at Sea-Tac after seeing a car facing the wrong direction on the freeway.
7:38pm - Bags are checked. Despite being the 3rd person in line and having checked-in online, it still took 30 minutes. Two people working the counter.
7:55 pm - Arrive at gate S7 and prepare for "2 hours" of waiting. Flight is still showing an ON TIME departure of 10:40pm.
9:00pm - It is announced that the flight will be delayed until 12:15 am due to the late arrival of the inbound flight crew. I miscalculate and think the delay is only 35 minutes.
9:30pm - Finally realize that the delay is 1.5 hours. Bummer.
10:00-11:00pm - Watch five episodes of Rob & Big with commentary on. Best decision I made while packing. Worst decision - not packing all of seasons 1 & 2.
11:45pm - Inbound flight crew arrives.
Monday, December 22
12:30am - It is announced that there will be further delays due to mechanical problems with the de-icer. What they should have said, "We have no de-icer".
1:14am - Announced that flight will leave at 1:35am.
1:30am - People start lining up at the gate. I stay in my seat.
1:55am - Still waiting on the de-icer. Told it will be another hour.
2:45am - Flight delayed until an unknown time but it definitely won't be until morning. News flash Northwest Airlines- it is morning.
3:00am - Flight delayed until 1pm. For the mathematically challenged that's 10 hours.
3:15am - Make my way back to my chair and try to mentally prepare for another 10 hours.
4:00am - Sleep.
8:00am - Wake up after the most uncomfortable, interrupted night of sleep.
8:30am - Call work and let them know that I won't be able to work from home.
8:45am - Head to Hudson News to find a toothbrush. They were sold out. Buy gum instead - NOT THE SAME.
10:30am - Call in for a team meeting at work.
10:35am - Announce that the plane we will be taking to Detroit has finally arrived.
12:00pm - Announce that the flight will leave at 12:30pm.
12:25pm - Waiting for flight crew (again) because they were told the flight was leaving at 1pm.
12:40pm - Flight crew shows up.
12:59pm - Sitting in my seat and trying not to breathe on my neighbor.
1:20pm - Wake up to the plane clapping and cheering as we lift off the ground.
8:30pm (Eastern) - Land!
9:30pm - Bags show up after a slight heart attack thinking they were lost and get picked up in the freezing cold temperatures.
6:15pm - Leave for airport in the snow.
6:45pm - Finally make it out of the city after searching for a freeway entrance that didn't include a giant hill.
7:11pm - Arrive at Sea-Tac after seeing a car facing the wrong direction on the freeway.
7:38pm - Bags are checked. Despite being the 3rd person in line and having checked-in online, it still took 30 minutes. Two people working the counter.
7:55 pm - Arrive at gate S7 and prepare for "2 hours" of waiting. Flight is still showing an ON TIME departure of 10:40pm.
9:00pm - It is announced that the flight will be delayed until 12:15 am due to the late arrival of the inbound flight crew. I miscalculate and think the delay is only 35 minutes.
9:30pm - Finally realize that the delay is 1.5 hours. Bummer.
10:00-11:00pm - Watch five episodes of Rob & Big with commentary on. Best decision I made while packing. Worst decision - not packing all of seasons 1 & 2.
11:45pm - Inbound flight crew arrives.
Monday, December 22
12:30am - It is announced that there will be further delays due to mechanical problems with the de-icer. What they should have said, "We have no de-icer".
1:14am - Announced that flight will leave at 1:35am.
1:30am - People start lining up at the gate. I stay in my seat.
1:55am - Still waiting on the de-icer. Told it will be another hour.
2:45am - Flight delayed until an unknown time but it definitely won't be until morning. News flash Northwest Airlines- it is morning.
3:00am - Flight delayed until 1pm. For the mathematically challenged that's 10 hours.
3:15am - Make my way back to my chair and try to mentally prepare for another 10 hours.
4:00am - Sleep.
8:00am - Wake up after the most uncomfortable, interrupted night of sleep.
8:30am - Call work and let them know that I won't be able to work from home.
8:45am - Head to Hudson News to find a toothbrush. They were sold out. Buy gum instead - NOT THE SAME.
10:30am - Call in for a team meeting at work.
10:35am - Announce that the plane we will be taking to Detroit has finally arrived.
12:00pm - Announce that the flight will leave at 12:30pm.
12:25pm - Waiting for flight crew (again) because they were told the flight was leaving at 1pm.
12:40pm - Flight crew shows up.
12:59pm - Sitting in my seat and trying not to breathe on my neighbor.
1:20pm - Wake up to the plane clapping and cheering as we lift off the ground.
8:30pm (Eastern) - Land!
9:30pm - Bags show up after a slight heart attack thinking they were lost and get picked up in the freezing cold temperatures.
Friday, December 19, 2008
Looking Forward To It
Fourteen inches of snow in one day and currently 15 degrees.
You'd better believe I'm taking these bad boys with me.
You'd better believe I'm taking these bad boys with me.
It Depends On How You Look At It
I'm working from home today due to the "Shut Down City" game plan. Linds is kickin' it at home today too and we just had this conversation:
S: What if I want to eat a peanut butter ball? I've already had one today.
L: You've only had one and it's already 11? Go for it.
S: No, it's only 11 and I've already had one.
See the difference?
S: What if I want to eat a peanut butter ball? I've already had one today.
L: You've only had one and it's already 11? Go for it.
S: No, it's only 11 and I've already had one.
See the difference?
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Winter Mayhem
Dear Seattle,
I don't know if you know this, but winter comes every year. I realize it doesn't snow all winter long, but it will at least once or twice. Maybe it's time to come up with a game plan for such occasions.
A game plan other than "Shut Down City".
A few suggestions:
-Snow plows
-Salt trucks and salt
-Implementing said salt prior to the storm
-Wait to cancel school until it actually snows - not a full 24 hours before the first flake falls
Oh, and give my bus driver from this morning a raise. It may have taken twice as long to get to my destination, but we didn't hit any other cars or pedestrians or get stuck. Sure, there were those two times that we fish-tailed into the curb and that other time that we slid down the hill into the street. But all-in-all, a stellar job.
I don't know, I'm just thinking out loud here. Maybe next year.
Love,
Stephanie
Looking down out the stairwell of my building.
Looking North up 1st Ave from my building.
I don't know if you know this, but winter comes every year. I realize it doesn't snow all winter long, but it will at least once or twice. Maybe it's time to come up with a game plan for such occasions.
A game plan other than "Shut Down City".
A few suggestions:
-Snow plows
-Salt trucks and salt
-Implementing said salt prior to the storm
-Wait to cancel school until it actually snows - not a full 24 hours before the first flake falls
Oh, and give my bus driver from this morning a raise. It may have taken twice as long to get to my destination, but we didn't hit any other cars or pedestrians or get stuck. Sure, there were those two times that we fish-tailed into the curb and that other time that we slid down the hill into the street. But all-in-all, a stellar job.
I don't know, I'm just thinking out loud here. Maybe next year.
Love,
Stephanie
Looking down out the stairwell of my building.
Looking North up 1st Ave from my building.The Goose Is Getting Fat...Or Maybe I Am
I'm normally a little (or a lot) on the lazy side when I get home from work. I just don't feel like doing anything that would require me to leave my house. Let's be honest - I don't feel like doing anything that would require me to even get up from a sitting/laying down position.
Last night, however, I caught the Betty Crocker spirit. My house was like Santa's workshop...or maybe Mrs. Clause's kitchen.
Lindsay and Jared made cookies.
They taste as good as they look.
I actually had to go to the store to start my treat making extravaganza. THE STORE! I don't know why but I die inside a little every time I have to grocery shop. Even as a kid I opted to sit in the car while my Mom ran in to "grab some milk" (which meant shop for an hour and come back with a cart full of groceries). But I needed a key ingredient for these bad boys, so to the store I went.
They're a little naked here in Step 1.
While my little peanut butter friends were doing their thing, I moved on to the turtles. Yesterday a co-worker was describing a delicious treat her mom always makes and as it turns out they are a family classic for me as well! Must be a mid-west thing.
Chocolate chips, butterscotch chips, peanuts - you can't go wrong.
(Remember how I tried to make these two years ago and the store was completely out of butterscotch chips and I almost had a nervous breakdown? Good times.)
After the turtles I moved on to Step 2 with the peanut butter balls - dipping them in chocolate. Try and tell me you don't want to eat one right now.
I tried to take a bunch to work and push them on my co-workers but with the Seattle blizzard we had going on, there was hardly anyone there to eat them. Hence my consumption of 5 peanut butter balls, 2 turtles and 2 cookies today.
Hmm...maybe this wasn't such a good idea.
Last night, however, I caught the Betty Crocker spirit. My house was like Santa's workshop...or maybe Mrs. Clause's kitchen.
Lindsay and Jared made cookies.
They taste as good as they look.
I actually had to go to the store to start my treat making extravaganza. THE STORE! I don't know why but I die inside a little every time I have to grocery shop. Even as a kid I opted to sit in the car while my Mom ran in to "grab some milk" (which meant shop for an hour and come back with a cart full of groceries). But I needed a key ingredient for these bad boys, so to the store I went.They're a little naked here in Step 1.
While my little peanut butter friends were doing their thing, I moved on to the turtles. Yesterday a co-worker was describing a delicious treat her mom always makes and as it turns out they are a family classic for me as well! Must be a mid-west thing.Chocolate chips, butterscotch chips, peanuts - you can't go wrong.
(Remember how I tried to make these two years ago and the store was completely out of butterscotch chips and I almost had a nervous breakdown? Good times.)
After the turtles I moved on to Step 2 with the peanut butter balls - dipping them in chocolate. Try and tell me you don't want to eat one right now.
I tried to take a bunch to work and push them on my co-workers but with the Seattle blizzard we had going on, there was hardly anyone there to eat them. Hence my consumption of 5 peanut butter balls, 2 turtles and 2 cookies today.Hmm...maybe this wasn't such a good idea.
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Tell Me How You Really Feel
As I was running off to catch the bus this morning I found my ginger bread house on the table.
Like this.
Apparently Max wanted to show me what he thought of my creation. Either that or Lindsay was jealous that she didn't get to make one. It really could go either way.
In related news, I kept calling the frosting "glue" while we were building it, but it REALLY is like glue. I tried to throw it away tonight and literally could not get it to budge. In the end I had to hold the plate while Lindsay bashed it into pieces and then ran the plate under lava-like temperature water.
Word to the wise: Ginger bread houses are just for show.
Like this.
Apparently Max wanted to show me what he thought of my creation. Either that or Lindsay was jealous that she didn't get to make one. It really could go either way.In related news, I kept calling the frosting "glue" while we were building it, but it REALLY is like glue. I tried to throw it away tonight and literally could not get it to budge. In the end I had to hold the plate while Lindsay bashed it into pieces and then ran the plate under lava-like temperature water.
Word to the wise: Ginger bread houses are just for show.
Monday, December 15, 2008
First Time For Everything
I hate to say it, but I think I'm an official FHE-goer. LJL's new calling in the ward has brought me into Activity activity. (I was already sold on church in general, just not all of the activities in addition to Sunday services.) And you know you're official when they ask you to host FHE. Sure, they announced it as being "at Lindsay's house" but since I live there too it kind of counts.
I made gingerbread house for what is possibly the first time in my life. And when I say I made I mean Breann made and I assisted. (Do you like our unplanned matchy-matchy brown shirts?)
I will admit, I wasn't thrilled about the gingerbread house idea but once I got that bag of frosting in my hand I was unstoppable. Breann had all the brilliant ideas and I just placed some of the items. It was a giant mess, especially in our tiny living/dining room, but the night ended up better than I had anticipated.
The finished product.
All of those gum drops and red hots were place with love. Merry Christmas!
I made gingerbread house for what is possibly the first time in my life. And when I say I made I mean Breann made and I assisted. (Do you like our unplanned matchy-matchy brown shirts?)
I will admit, I wasn't thrilled about the gingerbread house idea but once I got that bag of frosting in my hand I was unstoppable. Breann had all the brilliant ideas and I just placed some of the items. It was a giant mess, especially in our tiny living/dining room, but the night ended up better than I had anticipated.
The finished product.
All of those gum drops and red hots were place with love. Merry Christmas!
Tuesday, December 09, 2008
Toys
Remember how I bought a new camera AND Photoshop Elements and I don't know how to use either of them?
Monday, December 08, 2008
On the bus today...
...there were so many things going on. Lately I've been falling asleep on the bus a lot and missing out on all of the action. But today I was particularly alert (which I am crediting to the fact that I was in bed by 10:30 last night).
A couple observations:
1. My bus driver looked like this...
Just add a moustache and a smile. I was on the lookout for a tank of compressed air.
2. The man behind me talked to his neighbor about prostitution the whole way home. (I have no additional commentary for this one.)
3. The middle-aged woman that smells like pine (Have I ever mentioned her before? She's a regular.) also likes techno music. I can't handle techno at 7:45am.
4. There was a lady wearing a cloak.
A cloak Harry Potter style.
Only with a hood. Little Red Riding Hood style.
Only black and with a point. Night cap style (minus the ball and really long).
PS - This is the single greatest picture I've ever posted to my blog.
I wonder what people go home and blog about me? On the bus today the girls who always falls asleep sat next to me. And fell asleep. They wouldn't be wrong.
A couple observations:
1. My bus driver looked like this...
Just add a moustache and a smile. I was on the lookout for a tank of compressed air.2. The man behind me talked to his neighbor about prostitution the whole way home. (I have no additional commentary for this one.)
3. The middle-aged woman that smells like pine (Have I ever mentioned her before? She's a regular.) also likes techno music. I can't handle techno at 7:45am.
4. There was a lady wearing a cloak.
A cloak Harry Potter style.
Only with a hood. Little Red Riding Hood style.
Only black and with a point. Night cap style (minus the ball and really long).
PS - This is the single greatest picture I've ever posted to my blog.
I wonder what people go home and blog about me? On the bus today the girls who always falls asleep sat next to me. And fell asleep. They wouldn't be wrong.
Moving On
Internet, I'm afraid I have some bad news. After this weekend Chats McGee and I will no longer be cube neighbors.
Who's going to say ridiculous things for me to blog about?
Who's going to say ridiculous things for me to blog about?
Sunday, December 07, 2008
Quote of the Day
"Steph, my one wish for you is that you marry Tim Riggins. And not the actor who plays Tim Riggins, but the actual character so you can 'make some mem'ries'."
-Lindsay
-Lindsay
Saturday, December 06, 2008
2008 Christmas Tree Debacle
The week-long Christmas tree saga all began on Sunday night when I hauled the decorations up from the garage. Lindsay and I started putting the tree together, maybe had to restring the lights three times after Linds got a little gung-ho on the bottom section and ended the night with a tree that looked like this.
Yes, it's leaning to the right. The stand broke and that tree ended up in the trash can.
*Note: This is where I lost the Christmas spirit and gave up the desire to have a tree this year.
Lindsay takes her Christmas decor very seriously and came home the Monday night with a new tree. By Tuesday it was back in the box. It didn't make the cut.
Wednesday included some online tree research done by Lindsay and another tree purchase. This tree was pre-lit, which you'd think would be a bonus. Unfortunately the lights were multi-colored and those doesn't fly around here so those lights were stripped off.
When I got home from work today I saw this.
The third time was the charm and I must say it does look charming.
Yes, it's leaning to the right. The stand broke and that tree ended up in the trash can.*Note: This is where I lost the Christmas spirit and gave up the desire to have a tree this year.
Lindsay takes her Christmas decor very seriously and came home the Monday night with a new tree. By Tuesday it was back in the box. It didn't make the cut.
Wednesday included some online tree research done by Lindsay and another tree purchase. This tree was pre-lit, which you'd think would be a bonus. Unfortunately the lights were multi-colored and those doesn't fly around here so those lights were stripped off.When I got home from work today I saw this.
The third time was the charm and I must say it does look charming.
News Flash...I'm Still Chubby
I went in for one of my torture sessions tonight at the gym and (lucky me!) it was weigh-in time. How did it go, you ask? Well, I've taken the "Lbs. Down" list off of my sidebar.
That's how it went.
It's depressing. And although 65% of what I've gained in the last two months has been muscle (at least according to the crazy-a calculations of my trainer) I'd rather not continue to highlight my failure.
[Sigh.]
That's how it went.
It's depressing. And although 65% of what I've gained in the last two months has been muscle (at least according to the crazy-a calculations of my trainer) I'd rather not continue to highlight my failure.
[Sigh.]
Wednesday, December 03, 2008
Rub-a-dub-dub
Lately my tub has had issues draining and since some heavy duty Drano had been applied just a few weeks ago, I thought there might be something else going on.
Boy, was there.
When I unscrewed the plug I couldn't believe what I saw. And when I started pulling it out of the drain I really couldn't believe it. It was like a rat had died in the drain. A dead rat that, oddly enough, had hair exactly the same color as mine.
I'm not gonna lie - I dry heaved a little. Or a lot.
You'd better believe that I lured Lindsay upstairs with a "Linds, you HAVE to see this." and she was just as disgusted. Probably even more so, actually. But Internet, you should thank her because I contemplated taking a picture of the obstruction and posting it for you all to share in the experience. She convinced me it was a bad idea.
The good news is the tub is back in business!
Boy, was there.
When I unscrewed the plug I couldn't believe what I saw. And when I started pulling it out of the drain I really couldn't believe it. It was like a rat had died in the drain. A dead rat that, oddly enough, had hair exactly the same color as mine.
I'm not gonna lie - I dry heaved a little. Or a lot.
You'd better believe that I lured Lindsay upstairs with a "Linds, you HAVE to see this." and she was just as disgusted. Probably even more so, actually. But Internet, you should thank her because I contemplated taking a picture of the obstruction and posting it for you all to share in the experience. She convinced me it was a bad idea.
The good news is the tub is back in business!
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Brandi at Benaroya Hall
Last night I saw Brandi Carlile play with the Seattle Symphony. I've been looking forward to this show for months and it was AMAZING. It was so different than all of her other shows I've been to and I was trying my hardest to take it all in.
The first part of the show as an acoustic set. She opened the show with her super depressing (but super awesome) Christmas song - The Heartache Can Wait. I've never seen her perform it live so I was thrilled.
It was a more formal setting and with everyone sitting down the whole time it made it hard to really get into it. I was tapping my foot and patting my leg, but I really wanted to be on my feet, clapping and singing along. I think it was a little bit of an adjustment for Brandi as well to have the crowd be so quiet.
*Photo by Brad Vest of the Seattle Post-Intelligencer.
During one of the lulls someone yelled out "I love you, Brandi!" to which she replied, "I love you too. Actually, I probably really do. You're probably my aunt or uncle or something." She kept joking about how 75% of the audience was related to her. Judging by the number of people talking to her brother and mom, I think it was kind of true.
After the intermission the symphony came out, Brandi came back on stage (without the boys for the first song) and sang Elton John's Sixty Years On. They ended up playing seven songs with her, all interspersed between the songs she played with just the band.
*Photo by Brad Vest of the Seattle Post-Intelligencer.
In case you know Brandi's songs and/or care, the symphony joined her on Sixty Years On, Follow, Fall Apart Again, Pride & Joy, Turpentine, The Story, and Hallelujah.
Here's a video of my all-time favorite song, Turpentine. If you don't want to watch the whole thing (I don't know why you wouldn't want to!) at least check out 4:54 when the orchestra comes in. So fantastic! I didn't hear it that way in the moment but it gives me chills listening to it now.
I love this photo of Brandi rockin' the boots and stomping like she does.
*Photo by Brad Vest of the Seattle Post-Intelligencer.
I think the song that took the cake for the night was the one encore, Hallelujah. It was just Brandi, her guitar and the symphony. The crowd was silent and the performance was brilliant.
We waited for a while after the show to get a picture with her and tell her how awesome the show was. But after 20 minutes we decided to take a picture with this poster of her instead and save the real deal for the cruise in February.
Countdown to Cayamo: 90 days!
The first part of the show as an acoustic set. She opened the show with her super depressing (but super awesome) Christmas song - The Heartache Can Wait. I've never seen her perform it live so I was thrilled.
It was a more formal setting and with everyone sitting down the whole time it made it hard to really get into it. I was tapping my foot and patting my leg, but I really wanted to be on my feet, clapping and singing along. I think it was a little bit of an adjustment for Brandi as well to have the crowd be so quiet.
*Photo by Brad Vest of the Seattle Post-Intelligencer.
During one of the lulls someone yelled out "I love you, Brandi!" to which she replied, "I love you too. Actually, I probably really do. You're probably my aunt or uncle or something." She kept joking about how 75% of the audience was related to her. Judging by the number of people talking to her brother and mom, I think it was kind of true.
After the intermission the symphony came out, Brandi came back on stage (without the boys for the first song) and sang Elton John's Sixty Years On. They ended up playing seven songs with her, all interspersed between the songs she played with just the band.
*Photo by Brad Vest of the Seattle Post-Intelligencer.In case you know Brandi's songs and/or care, the symphony joined her on Sixty Years On, Follow, Fall Apart Again, Pride & Joy, Turpentine, The Story, and Hallelujah.
Here's a video of my all-time favorite song, Turpentine. If you don't want to watch the whole thing (I don't know why you wouldn't want to!) at least check out 4:54 when the orchestra comes in. So fantastic! I didn't hear it that way in the moment but it gives me chills listening to it now.
I love this photo of Brandi rockin' the boots and stomping like she does.
*Photo by Brad Vest of the Seattle Post-Intelligencer.I think the song that took the cake for the night was the one encore, Hallelujah. It was just Brandi, her guitar and the symphony. The crowd was silent and the performance was brilliant.
We waited for a while after the show to get a picture with her and tell her how awesome the show was. But after 20 minutes we decided to take a picture with this poster of her instead and save the real deal for the cruise in February.Countdown to Cayamo: 90 days!
Merry Christmas to Me
This weekend I bought a Christmas gift for myself - a Canon Rebel xsi.
When I used Annie's xti in August I fell in love - and I was just using it as a point and shoot! I'm kind of freaking out since it's such a big purchase, but am hoping that after I figure out how to really use it the buyer's remorse will pass.
When I used Annie's xti in August I fell in love - and I was just using it as a point and shoot! I'm kind of freaking out since it's such a big purchase, but am hoping that after I figure out how to really use it the buyer's remorse will pass.
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