Day 152 - Why can't life always taste this good?

Saturday, May 31, 2008: Strawberry Cream cheese cupcakes: O My God

Today was Steph's b-day and because Troy's mom owes us a little favor we brought Steph these amazing, crazy, fantastic cupcakes. They are French vanilla with strawberry jam and cream cheese icing.





Please, start crying now because these may be the BEST thing that I've eaten all year. I may have gone blind with happiness. So light, so fluffy and cream cheesy. Jesus Mary Jane they were AWESOME FANTASTIC.




I want to start crying because they are gone. The www.CakesbyVickie.com website should be up and running shortly (around the end of june). If you need a cake, for weddings or for fun, please contact her. You will in no way be disappointed. I haven't yet… why do you think I stick around? For Troy. No! For cake.

See! Everyone is happy.




We went to the Brewery later. Some things happened including much drinking and bullshitting. This is me and Yana screwing around on the way. I took the cupcakes with me. They were THAT good.





Love that shirt. New shirt btw.

I tried to get a picture of it in the bathroom. It didn't work out so hot.




Here is Yana and Allen. I didn't get one good picture of the birthday girl sadly.




And me and Troy. He is a pig.




At the end of the show, everyone got on stage. Everyone but me and Troy cuz we are anti-social like that. And who would take this picture?




Happy Birthday Steph. Thanks for inviting us. It was a great great time.

Day146 - I'm just not a fan of that shit.

Sunday, May 29, 2008: Rise Phoenix Rise: Frackville.

We went to the Friendship Fire Co. Block Party again in search of perogies (they were out!) and found my cousins and aunt instead. It was nice to see them, especially Drew as he now lives half a country away.

Rise Phoenix Rise was on stage tonight. Not my kind of thing. I really don't want to hear a cover band, and I'm sure that they have other shit to sing, and they were just doing their job, but I don't want to hear "I've got friends in low places" anywhere but a bar at closing time. And the bar has to be shitty, really shitty. The same also holds true for any shitty ’80s cover. If your not going to make it your own, then don't make it at all.

I don't want to be a dick, and I'm sure they are cool dudes. I'm just anti-cover.

On the bright side, the pizza I had kicked ass.

Day106 - Toofy von Grove, maybe?

Tuesday, April 15, 2008: The Brewery and The Warmingtons

Troy and I drug our old, tired bodies from the cave which is our house and skipped on down to the Brewery to see Jerm play. He is our own personal Phil Collins, drumming and singing in Mr. Grove.


They are great, and although I had to fight quite the crowd to reach the stage, they did rock our socks off. I can't gush too much because I refuse to give Jerm a big ego. Well… bigger than it is now.

You should see Mr. Grove now and often.

The Warmingtons also rocked. I'm changing Luke's name to Luke Warmington after seeing them, actually.

Maybe we can change Toofy's name to Toofy Von Grove?

Troy almost fell asleep twice. He was up for around 20 hours by now and a little sleepy.





I enjoy guys drumming on little drum sets.




The Grove in technicolor.





So, good day and good night.

Day104 - Rocking out with my macaroni out

Sunday, April 13, 2008: The State Theatre: Black Rebel Motorcycle Club.

Tonight we went to see one of my favorite mope bands to listen to on repeat: BMRC. But first… let talk about the rocking mac and cheese I ordered from The Diner. It was my first time there to eat (although I am a sucker for their stickies).




This was before I dosed it with hot sauce. I ate the whole damn bowl. Sometimes my belly is a bottomless pit.


This is also the first time that I have been to The State Theatre. It reminds me of the Williamsport Community Theatre, only much smaller - probably by a third. Troy got really great tickets and we were only about 4 or five rows back. In hindsight, this might not have been so awesome.

The Duke Spirit opened up for BMRC. I thought that they sounded great live. Something like Blondie if they were from England and not into disco. I bought there CD on the way out, and even though I like it - it doesn't rock as hard or loud.




I am told that she is hot. She may be. She is definitely a great singer.




During the break, we talked and talked and talked. I fought off the urge to hit the concession stand for a Whatchamackalit. It took forever for Black Rebel to come out. Also, the guy in back of Mark really wanted his picture taken.




Finally… they came out. I was expecting some nice mood lighting like this:




Instead it looked like this:




When you put them all together, this is what most of the night looked like.




Seriously. Those are two pictures that I took in succession. They had no less than 5 strobe lights and we were so close it hurt. It was funny to see dudes rocking out with their eyes closed and people holding onto the seat in front of them for fear of falling over. I gave Troy instructions of how to hold me down in case of seizure.


Ah! Flashbacks. It hurts so bad.


I did get some nice shots thanks to our proximity.













This guy is at it again.





BMRC was great. They sounded great and were very apologetic to the crowd for the longish wait. As far as venue goes, the State Theatre isn't so bad a joint to catch a show. It's nice not to get burned with a cigarette nor get bumped by some chick that needs to go the the bathroom/bar/whatever a thousand times. The energy was cool and they certainly did a great job on renovations.

And they have this poster of Cary Grant. Well, hello.




The lines for the merch table. The merch table guy had a great system that allowed for me to jump in line and not have to wait as long as some of the suckers.





I'm out!