Ingrid Michaelson is adorable. I thought this should be pointed out, just in case you were unaware. If I weren’t so attached to ma petite amie, and if Ingrid were a little more gay, I would have tried much harder to talk to her and flirted with her. A lot. As it is, that did not happen. Ma petite and I did see a good, albeit much too short, show though. Perhaps I will start from earlier, you know , like those movies that show you the ending (or near ending) before they jump into the story. Yes, let’s pretend this was an intentional act of creativity.
The Steelhead, a restaurant downtown, has become a favorite of ma petite and me. The tasty food and nice atmosphere keeps drawing us back. And since I would not describe us as “made of money”, the price-quality ratio is in our favor. I got my usual- the asian chicken salad- but since it was happy hour ALL DAY, we decided to splurge and get ourselves some appetizers. Per usual, it was tasty and fantastic. We even played cribbage, and if I remember right (which I do) I won. That’s right, I WIN!
Somewhere in the bleu cheese fries, in addition with my salad and two margaritas, something went wrong with my digestive tract. The show was supposed to start at 6pm, and since we had some time to kill, we sat ourselves down at a table at Riverpark Square and I beat her in another game of cribbage. The sitting appeased my stomach for long enough for us to wander back down toward the stage. Upon arrival, we learned that there was the men’s figure skating results ceremony, if you will, before hand (remember, the pre-Olympics skating competitions are on now).
The Steelhead, a restaurant downtown, has become a favorite of ma petite and me. The tasty food and nice atmosphere keeps drawing us back. And since I would not describe us as “made of money”, the price-quality ratio is in our favor. I got my usual- the asian chicken salad- but since it was happy hour ALL DAY, we decided to splurge and get ourselves some appetizers. Per usual, it was tasty and fantastic. We even played cribbage, and if I remember right (which I do) I won. That’s right, I WIN!
Somewhere in the bleu cheese fries, in addition with my salad and two margaritas, something went wrong with my digestive tract. The show was supposed to start at 6pm, and since we had some time to kill, we sat ourselves down at a table at Riverpark Square and I beat her in another game of cribbage. The sitting appeased my stomach for long enough for us to wander back down toward the stage. Upon arrival, we learned that there was the men’s figure skating results ceremony, if you will, before hand (remember, the pre-Olympics skating competitions are on now).
As the four men walked up on the stage, one looked familiar but I figured that was just me trying to think so. It wasn’t until they announced Johnny Weir that I realized who this familiar face was- I remember him from the last Olympics. And OH EM GEE is this boy so gay. They all look gay on the ice, but this was fantastic. The collar on his vest would make any queer proud. It, and he, was FABULOUS.
The left three made the final Olympic cut. The right one got fourth, but boy did the girls like him.
After they stepped off, it was time for Ingrid to come on. This is when, remember my whole digestive discord? It kicked back in, forcing me to leave for the *cough* restrooms and missing the first song and a half of Ingrid. But as I walked back, the crowd was clapping along and having a good time. The energy was almost rejuvenating, if I were to try to describe it.
I just want to squeeze her little cheeks!
Three more songs, and it was over and I was left feeling like I wanted more. I was pleased when a couple of older women, who we had encouraged to stay for the music, looked exceptionally pleased with her. I felt some sort of small victory in helping expand their musical library. Yes, that was me that encouraged them to stay around. Yes, they liked it. And yes, I feel good about that.
Together, ma petite and I bought a cd for Ingrid to sign, since she was at the "I'll sign your stuff booth" and the radio station more than encouraged people to get a cd signed. But were abruptly kept from line since we did not have TWO. What kind of a scam is that!? One cd per person. Like we were going to spend $30 on two cds when our music library is combined anyway. And like one of us was going to hang around while the other waited in line. Instead, we went upstairs and caught the oh-so-luke-warm movie Youth in Revolt. Nothing about it struck a chord with me, other than two specific scenes near the end. Which were pretty good scenes, and I would have liked to see more throughout the movie.
The best part of the movie was that we were able to take long exposure shots of ourselves, and then look at them. And that, my friends, is always fun.
I can't say that I've had a better day in quite a while. It helped keep our minds off of the crazy woman ma petite is sitting for, who probably deserves a post in of herself. But that will have to wait until later.
Until next time, keep your socks clean and your teeth brushed!
ps. the photos are stolen from ma petite amie.
Together, ma petite and I bought a cd for Ingrid to sign, since she was at the "I'll sign your stuff booth" and the radio station more than encouraged people to get a cd signed. But were abruptly kept from line since we did not have TWO. What kind of a scam is that!? One cd per person. Like we were going to spend $30 on two cds when our music library is combined anyway. And like one of us was going to hang around while the other waited in line. Instead, we went upstairs and caught the oh-so-luke-warm movie Youth in Revolt. Nothing about it struck a chord with me, other than two specific scenes near the end. Which were pretty good scenes, and I would have liked to see more throughout the movie.
The best part of the movie was that we were able to take long exposure shots of ourselves, and then look at them. And that, my friends, is always fun.
I can't say that I've had a better day in quite a while. It helped keep our minds off of the crazy woman ma petite is sitting for, who probably deserves a post in of herself. But that will have to wait until later.
Until next time, keep your socks clean and your teeth brushed!
ps. the photos are stolen from ma petite amie.
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