Abstract Acacias

Ghost of the Robot was very, very cool. Got a CD, which I managed to get one of the guitar players (not JM, obviously!) to sign. He was very amusing -- dressed in shorts, tight t-shirt, w/ a sweatband around his long-ish hair, biiiig shades, he looked like he was straight out of the Beatles' era. That would be said guitar player, btw. We all know what JM looks like. Except for that I discovered that, while I certainly find Spike aesthetically very pleasing, I think JM is actually hot in his himself-guise. girlwithjournal is convinced that this is blasphemy against all things eternal and created (that I would think he's hotter not as Spike, not that I would think he's hot in the first place), but it doesn't stop me from thinking this. The other two bands that played were pretty good too. Met some very nice kids from Burlingame, as well, but the fact that one of them was 16 just made me feel old.

Which brings us to the whole I-just-had-a-birthday thing. Wow. Fun. I kept forgetting all through the day that it was my birthday, and then girlwithjournal would randomly bring this up and I'd be like, "wow, it's my birthday. Just too cool." So... yeah. Hecting preparation this morning, what with cleaning the (very very very dirty) kitchen, making scones and making foccacia. Big disappointment: the crème fraîche didn't come out for the first time ever, and that sucks majorly. Amelia and mciac were nice and made a run to Whole Foods for me. This was a good thing.

I've never been to a live concert before, except for a) when I at one point went and heard Joachim and Juliette's band playing at the Alligator Lounge way back in high school (and the AL really doesn't count much, besides which my parents were there 'cause I think it was before I could drive), and b) when I went to Joan Baez' concert in my second year at Oxford, and since that was in the Apollo it was all sit-down and not really very concert-like. This was way cool, though. Stood really quite up close to the front, could see the bands really well except when some stupid person's head was in my way. JM looks like a really really nice guy. Pity I'll never actually get to meet him. He said that the last girl (or a girl, I'm not sure which) he fell in love with was gay, which prompted girlwithjournal to suggest that I should ask JM to set me up with said girl, so that Girl will have ready access to a certain bleach-blond whom we all know and love.

I'm very sure there were more things I was planning to write. They may or may not have been more babble. However, I am falling asleep over the computer, so it's probably best if I go take out my contacts and crawl into bed. If I remember tomorrow, I will continue this entry... and maybe even tell you what I was wearing!