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What interesting things do I have to tell you about today...

Well, last night I went to see one of my father's favorite bands from when he was in his 20s. Made the drive up to Anaheim which was not as painful as I had anticipated. Generally, you don't want to be on the 5 near Irvine during rush hour. But by 6pm, it was maybe a 10 minute delay. Anyway, I gret up hearing the Raspberries' songs, my father had (and still has) all their vinyls including the solo albums of the lead singer, Eric Carmen.

I have to say that Eric Carmen needs to re-think he hairdo/style. He very much resembled a female with the hair and eyebrows and such. I think he had a face lift - he had that slightly pulled lookup around the eyes and the man is 58. He should have *some* wrinkles. I only saw them around his neck. Anyway, the crowd was definitely in the 40-60 age range. A few people in their 20s and 30s, but I could have probably counted them on my hands. And I was sitting next to this hugest dork ever. He was pretty spastic during the whole thing. He would start doing air guitar in his seat during some of the songs and then switching to air drumming with his pretend sticks. I was having a really hard time not laughing at him. And he was highly sycophantic to the group. Like, he would make loud ejections, clearly so that the band could here him (it was a small crowd - we were maybe 30-40 feet from the stage). Like, dude, they don't know you and they're not going to think you're cool with the air guitar and "Go Raspberries!". It was like being next to a 13-year-old girl at a Justin Timberlake concert.

Anyway, overall, it was better than I expected and makes me think I could see if they've got a greatest hits album or something because I do like a lot of their stuff. Again, I'm the dork who likes 70s music (I have always liked the Bee Gees. It's all my father's fault. I blame/thank him).

Oh, and I went to the Starbucks in the Albertson's this morning and I saw an extremely odd sight. This woman was hanging out by the door and she looked like a hooker. A bad hooker. She was not a small woman and wearing weird clingy clothing (not alot of it, mind you). I wish I could have gotten a picture. The top was this like green leopard print and there was clearly no bra. And these things needed a bra - think small watermelons. I have average boobs and I wouldn't go without a bra in a shirt like that. Anyway, the left boob came down to about the navel region. The right boob, though, was strangely lifted. Like at normal boob height, defying gravity. So the asymmetry alone was something to... admire, in that train wreck sort of way (like, in my mind I was thinking, how did she get them to do that?). Shoulders exposed, and this pink skirt(?) that was all like askew, like a weird Stevie Nicks skirt, with the gypsy-like uneven edging. Smoking a cigarette, blue eyeshadow. Now, it's not "warm" in the morning here in November. It's like 45-50 degrees. And you're wearing that? At Albertsons? Outside? You must be a hooker. Or a someone with a several screws loose.


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