So last night I went to the Lucky Boys Confusion concert with Josh and his two roommates. Even though I was the designated driver, I still had some time to knock back a few before Lucky Boys came on and I could sober up. Incidentially, I drank enough to the point where I felt silly, but not sick, and didn't get a hangover. Alas! I have found my cut-off point. Now if only I could stick to that...

And even though Josh decided to tell the bartender, the same cute bartender that was there when I saw Fall out Boy, that I think he's cuter without facial hair, I still managed to go up to the bar and not feel humiliated. And even though Josh stepped on my toe, and his roommate clocked me in the jaw while they were jumping around, it was fun. And what made the whole night even better?? Why, running into Amy Davis of course!! It made me miss her and being at State, and Shannon, and Tracy, and everyone so badly. I love running into people, and its hard to run into you people when I'm in Illinois! Keep in touch because you are all awesome!

I got to meet Lucky Boys afterwards. Talk about a dream come true. More importantly, I got to meet Jason, the HOTTEST bass player. Ever. I want to have his children. If I were drunk, it would have been easier. But I did it all sober, and while I still felt like an idiot, I was proud of myself that for once I didn't need to rely on alcohol and worked up the courage to do it out of my own free will. However, the first words out of my mouth to Jason were, "Oh my God I love you." I meant it. I quickly recovered and told him that the band was awesome. He laughed and signed my shirt and that was that. I keep reminding myself that he won't remember me, so its OK to feel a little embarassed. Better to have a funny story about it I suppose.

I also met a few of the guys in Drowning Daylight, an awesome, awesome band (that I have never heard of before) that opened for Lucky Boys. As I was having the lead singer sign their CD for me, I gushed about how awesome they were. He seemed a little taken aback, and I was taken aback by his modesty. My my, you have no idea what its like to have fans! He seemed even more taken aback when I asked him when they were coming out with a full length CD. Yes! We want to hear more! It was refreshing to see how humble he was, and while I LOVE Lucky Boys don't get me wrong, they seem to just expect it now when fans come up to them. This guy was completely caught off guard. *Please don't lose that when you become famous.*

I have also decided that Fall Out Boy and Lucky Boys need to play a show together. More fittingly, in Chicago, since that is where they are both from, preferably at the House of Blues. Then I could die happy.

And now I'm sitting in Josh's room, waiting for him to come home from work so we can go have some fun.

All else is good with me. My dog has finally, finally learned that the hallway is not her personal pooping ground. She has also made it a hobby to try and dig holes in my carpet. And chew up important papers laying on the floor. Not bills, of course, but other papers that actually have meaning. Coincidentially, when she chews on my clothes, she never makes a hole. Ever.

School starts in about a month. Yeah yeah, its community college. And yeah yeah, its only one class. I've decided to get through the holidays at work, since holidays suck for retail, and in January take two or three classes. I wish I had the money to go back to school full time and just get my teaching certification over with. But I'm kinda having fun taking it slow...living at home, being able to hang out with my friends, working to pay my bills, and making new friends at work in the process. But I did all my back to school shopping...bought 10 notebooks, 5 folders, 2 packs of index cards (since making flashcards is probably going to be the only feesible way for me to learn Spanish) and an index card box. All that for a mesely $2.50. Thank you, Sam Walton, for not only employing me, but for teaching me that I don't need big, fancy, expensive things to get by in life. Except maybe a $200 dollar Doonie & Burke purse. All in due time...

And I'm out.

Cheers.