...And I let it ride

Well, there is nothing like a slew of shows to lift a grl's spirits! I went to my favorite club in the world (well, maybe just this area, as it's currently tied with Park West), the High Dive, to see the ever-amazing benefit concert with my advocates. I met some amazingly cool people there, like the prevention educators and domestics. The bands were great too! This one singer, Angie Heaton (I believe I mentioned her earlier in this blog), was really good and funny. When some dingus in the front row pulled out his cell phone and yelled "FREEBIRD!," she said," I hear that so much when I play--your wish is my command!" She launched into a hilarious rockabilly version of the Skynyrd classic (it was as exaggerated and caricatured as you can get!) that had everyone laughing. Then today I went to see the patron saint of English majors, Garrison Keillor, at the Krannert. I loved his Prairie Home Companion before then. I revere it now! He was so funny and entertaining, and he did some original stories and some classics, along with a great encore. The guy has some serious stage presence and knows how to work an audience, even if he has a really soft voice. The show was just like the Lake Wobegon kids, way above average!

It's live stuff (and night life) that I really live for. Staying in gets me stir-crazy. Going out makes me feel alive and vibrant and, well, like myself. When I went to the Joan Jett concert last week, I was screaming along the lyrics to all of her songs, even the lesser-known ones (crimson and clover, over AND OVER!). When I go to clubs, I just love taking it all in--singing, dancing, talking to the friends with me, laughing. At Harbor Fest and Summerfest, I was doing my dance in my crazy outfits (and shocking my parents by knowing all the lyrics of the fetish song and shouting them!). It was a little weird going from rock-club mode yesterday to symphony/Lake Wobegon mode today, but I think I transitioned pretty well.

Less than two weeks till Boneyard. I can't wait!