The Pink Shoe Diaries

first of all, it has to be said: Rick Springfield is a fucking rockstar


if you are anything like the people i work with, then you are asking yourself "is he even still around?". well yes, kittens, he is. he is around, and still putting out records and still playing pakced venues (granted: the packed venues may have used to be places like Great Woods and are now places like the North Shore Music Theater, but such is life). i went to see him in concert on friday and it was one of the best live shows i have seen since Huey Lewis and the News (are we seeing a pattern in my taste of music here?). the man is HOT, which can't hurt, and he is a much better guitar player than i ever knew. he played all his standards, as well as his new stuff (which is so good i went and bought his new CD the next day). his best move is what i like to call "the rose shredder" wherein he takes a bouquet of roses from the audience and plays his guitar furiously with them so they shred and hundreds of rose petals explode into the air and all around. as adam said "that is so fucking rock!". it really was. it was also "rock" when he came into the audience, walking on armrests with his guitar and headset and was serenading everyone and was 2 feet from me. it was just a fantastic show. topped off by hitting up Route 1 Krispy Kreme drive-thru on the way home.


the next day was the Mass. Sales Tax Holiday which brought with it a trip to the mall and Linens & Things. i spent alot of money but felt better about it becuase i saved 5%. still, it's better than nothing. In the late afternoon Adam and I headed down to Hyannis to see George Carlin in all his comedic glory. I have never seen Mr. Carlin do standup (i bought the tix for Adam as a birthday present). i have to say that while he is very clever and sharp for a man his age, he is altogether too crude for my taste. I mean "pussy farts" are all well and good but i would rather not here them talked about by a 62 year old man. Adam, of course, was in love.


sunday was the day of Beth (Adam's brother's fiancee)'s wedding shower in manchester NH. we headed up there around 12 and i started drinking pretty much as soon as we got there. i sat next to adam's mom, sue, and her good friend karen. we commenced with the drinking and the gossipping and the talking about shopping which went on pretty much throughout the whole shower. Beth's mom, it turns out, is a dirt dog and brought with her enough penis paraphenalia to satisfy a pornstar convention, including "naughty" napkins that contained a "naughty" quiz. there is nothing good about sitting next to your boyfriend's mother while being asked to comment on the size of his brother's dong (because YOU should supposedly be able to approximate based on genetics and whatnot). thank god for bloody marys.