Another hot summer night, unusual for the Bay Area. Still, hot, exciting. Earthquake weather. I feel alive for the first time in awhile.
Is this a metaphor for life? I feel like something major is about to happen. Can't put my finger on it yet, but change is in the air. What does it all mean?
The possibilities are delicious...and I can't wait to see what unfolds.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Thursday, June 25, 2009
An Evening With Night Ranger
The muscle shirt. Once a staple of the 1980's then mocked, but tonight, resurrected like a phoenix rising from the ashes at the Sonoma-Marin Fair in Petaluma.
Only one occasion could bring back this fashion statement. It had to be something monumental. And it was. Night Ranger.
Continuing our annual tradition of catching one-hit wonders at county fairs, Joana and I set off tonight to attend what might honestly be the prize-winning event in almost a decade of summer concerts. I entered with zero expectations and instead was rewarded with so much.
Let's recap the evening:
1) The county fair: I wasn't even 30 seconds into the fairgrounds when I saw a booth selling wine coolers. I mean in the Bartels & James era, that was one thing, but in 2009? This was truly going to be an evening to remember.
Nachos and a wine cooler please!
2) The food: A vegetarian's nightmare. Spits of shiny over-roasted beef, corn dogs, turkey legs...food you would never actually eat unless you are either a caveman or at a county fair. Tonight's favorite find, Big Jim's Monster Dogs - a supersized corn dog. You know, because a normal sized one is never really enough. Deep fried Twinkie sold seperately.
Beef...it's what's for dinner:
Eat lots of these and you'll end up with a name like "Big Jim"
Mmm...mmm...turkey leg!
3) The fashion: Where to begin? From tie-dye to Texas tuxedos (denim on denim), this fair really had it all. Men preferred jorts (jean shorts), ladies seemed to favor the elastic waist capri pant. Camouflage prints and American flag apparel were also all the rage. Last but hardly least, the muscle shirt. Oh how we missed you. Good to see you back!
Camo hats and GQ sweatshirts over shoulders...
Who said fringe jackets are out of style?
A vision in tie dye...
4) The hair: Big, bleached, mulleted, pony-tailed, frizzy and spiky. I fit in perfectly.
Equally bad hair. Mine is just less mullet-y...
So sexy!
My hair wants to party all the time, party all the time, party all the time...
5) The music: It's NIGHT RANGER! Do I even need to say anything more? A few things to note about this experience...
a) Trust me on this. You actually know more Night Ranger songs than you'll ever care to admit
b) It is absolutely impossible not to start singing "Sister Christian" along with the band.
"Motoring..."
c) I'm going to get railed for this, but, they kind of don't suck
Sonoma-Marin Fair. You had me at wine coolers. I only wish I was around this weekend to see the spectacle of Bret Michaels performing on stage.
Only one occasion could bring back this fashion statement. It had to be something monumental. And it was. Night Ranger.
Continuing our annual tradition of catching one-hit wonders at county fairs, Joana and I set off tonight to attend what might honestly be the prize-winning event in almost a decade of summer concerts. I entered with zero expectations and instead was rewarded with so much.
Let's recap the evening:
1) The county fair: I wasn't even 30 seconds into the fairgrounds when I saw a booth selling wine coolers. I mean in the Bartels & James era, that was one thing, but in 2009? This was truly going to be an evening to remember.
Nachos and a wine cooler please!
2) The food: A vegetarian's nightmare. Spits of shiny over-roasted beef, corn dogs, turkey legs...food you would never actually eat unless you are either a caveman or at a county fair. Tonight's favorite find, Big Jim's Monster Dogs - a supersized corn dog. You know, because a normal sized one is never really enough. Deep fried Twinkie sold seperately.
Beef...it's what's for dinner:
Eat lots of these and you'll end up with a name like "Big Jim"
Mmm...mmm...turkey leg!
3) The fashion: Where to begin? From tie-dye to Texas tuxedos (denim on denim), this fair really had it all. Men preferred jorts (jean shorts), ladies seemed to favor the elastic waist capri pant. Camouflage prints and American flag apparel were also all the rage. Last but hardly least, the muscle shirt. Oh how we missed you. Good to see you back!
Camo hats and GQ sweatshirts over shoulders...
Who said fringe jackets are out of style?
A vision in tie dye...
4) The hair: Big, bleached, mulleted, pony-tailed, frizzy and spiky. I fit in perfectly.
Equally bad hair. Mine is just less mullet-y...
So sexy!
My hair wants to party all the time, party all the time, party all the time...
5) The music: It's NIGHT RANGER! Do I even need to say anything more? A few things to note about this experience...
a) Trust me on this. You actually know more Night Ranger songs than you'll ever care to admit
b) It is absolutely impossible not to start singing "Sister Christian" along with the band.
"Motoring..."
c) I'm going to get railed for this, but, they kind of don't suck
Sonoma-Marin Fair. You had me at wine coolers. I only wish I was around this weekend to see the spectacle of Bret Michaels performing on stage.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
The Day Rickey Henderson Said "You're #1"
I haven't felt like writing in awhile, but I just saw something on Letterman that made me giggle and want to post.
On tonight's Top Ten list, newest members of the National Baseball Hall of Fame, Rickey Henderson and Jim Rice presented the list for "top ten highlights of my hall of fame baseball career."
The presentation was hilarious and it brought me back to the last time I saw Rickey Henderson play baseball. I want to say it was 1999 and Rickey Henderson was back playing for the Met's. We were sitting with friends at Candlestick Park way out in the bleachers and had seats fairly close to the field. I had worked for the Giants in my youth and was a diehard fan. My husband was a huge Oakland A's fan. Our friends were from Los Angeles and didn't care for either team playing, at least until one of them got a little buzzed from excessive beer consumption in the sun. Then his attention turned directly to Rickey Henderson.
"HEYYYYYYY RICKEY! You sack of shit. Gonna catch that thing?"
Know when you're out somewhere public and you see someone acting like an idiot? This was our friend. He was THAT guy. And he wouldn't stop. Every chance Rickey was in the outfield, our friend would stand and scream something mortifying.
"COME ON OLD MAN! Hey Rickey...FUUUUUUUUUUCCCCK YOU!"
With each comment I sunk deeper into my chair. I was an usher for the Giants in high school and knew it was only a matter of time before security was called and we'd be escorted out of the park.
The taunting continued for what felt like an eternity, and although I tried, our friend wouldn't stop. Rickey took the abuse for several innings, but finally something was said that crossed the line. At that moment, Rickey turned to face us and proceeded to flip us off, causing the crowd around us to roar in laughter.
My husband pointed out that this would one day be a historical moment. He said something to the effect that we were just flipped off by a future hall of famer. That prediction is now true nearly a decade later and I'll never forget the day Rickey Henderson told us to fuck off.
On tonight's Top Ten list, newest members of the National Baseball Hall of Fame, Rickey Henderson and Jim Rice presented the list for "top ten highlights of my hall of fame baseball career."
The presentation was hilarious and it brought me back to the last time I saw Rickey Henderson play baseball. I want to say it was 1999 and Rickey Henderson was back playing for the Met's. We were sitting with friends at Candlestick Park way out in the bleachers and had seats fairly close to the field. I had worked for the Giants in my youth and was a diehard fan. My husband was a huge Oakland A's fan. Our friends were from Los Angeles and didn't care for either team playing, at least until one of them got a little buzzed from excessive beer consumption in the sun. Then his attention turned directly to Rickey Henderson.
"HEYYYYYYY RICKEY! You sack of shit. Gonna catch that thing?"
Know when you're out somewhere public and you see someone acting like an idiot? This was our friend. He was THAT guy. And he wouldn't stop. Every chance Rickey was in the outfield, our friend would stand and scream something mortifying.
"COME ON OLD MAN! Hey Rickey...FUUUUUUUUUUCCCCK YOU!"
With each comment I sunk deeper into my chair. I was an usher for the Giants in high school and knew it was only a matter of time before security was called and we'd be escorted out of the park.
The taunting continued for what felt like an eternity, and although I tried, our friend wouldn't stop. Rickey took the abuse for several innings, but finally something was said that crossed the line. At that moment, Rickey turned to face us and proceeded to flip us off, causing the crowd around us to roar in laughter.
My husband pointed out that this would one day be a historical moment. He said something to the effect that we were just flipped off by a future hall of famer. That prediction is now true nearly a decade later and I'll never forget the day Rickey Henderson told us to fuck off.
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