Can't say today was fantastic, really. I despise working car shows. The smell of diesel is sick, and I hate loudass engines, especially when it's apparently awesome to rev it as they blow past my booth while I try to read. Read is all I could barely do--I went through two and a half Everworld books in lukewarm frustration, as I had to set it down every fourth line or so as another dumb hot rod pulled up and asked "Is this where the car show is?"
Hmmm. Well, considering the
large, colorful banner directly in reference to the car show, right out in front of the turn-in...Nahh, not here. Of
course not. Man.
So I had a (see icon above) face most of the morning, haha. I didn't mean to, but I just really wanted to read. Couldn't draw--couldn't see the references on the computer screen, so.
Alright so now let me tell you about the Rufus concert. May I begin by saying it was a day full of good times and no awkwardness, thank God, and I felt pretty cool about it. I don't know about how it may have went for the other, but I hope just as good, because I had missed hanging out and just being an idiot. And I was quite an idiot. Quite theatrical with the way in which I ate my fries.
But yeah, Steve and I meandered around Ann Arbor for a good four hours before Rufus, reading useless information out of books in Borders, spending an hour or so searching for an arcade, giving up, and then suddenly finding it. Shooting zombies, failing at DDR (which was just me), having the sky EXPLODE with thunder and fury and rain on the way to eat.
Then meeting up with his aunt and uncle at the theater for the show. The first opener was A Fine Frenzy, which was this cute little redhead girl with a very nice voice and a very dynamic drummer. He was more fun to watch than her. The second band was The Magic Numbers, and they were so fun, but a bit on the LOUD AHHH MY HEAD side. Their bassist was both a chick and super awesome. She was the fun one to watch.
And Rufus was...
so much more than I had anticipated. I hadn't had much of a high expectation, but man. Seeing him live made a huge difference. He was so resonant and charismatic, funny and sweet. And a humungous fruit. His band wore very fabulous pants of bad melon-tinted stripes.
Let me also share with you the three phases of Rufus we had that night. Note that the Photoshop feature high pass is GOD when it comes to nursing blurryass concert photos into coherency. There's not MUCH, but they look a hella lot better than they had right off the camera.
So yeah...blur problems? Duplicate the photo layer, go to Filter-->Other--->High Pass, go to around 1px-5px, depending, and then set the layer ot Overlay. Blur-be-gone! Or...Blur-be-coaxed-down.
First, there was
( disgusting-yet-fabulous striped nightmare suit Rufus )Then there was
( blonde pigtail and lederhosen Rufus )And when he was chanted back on for a bigass encore, we got
( Judy Garland has no boobs Rufus )And his singing was
phenomenal. A definitely great night of music. Had Steve and I been intelligent and stayed longer, we would've been surprised to see him appear and sign cds and stuff. But no, we were not intelligent, and we got that phone call from his aunt. Oh well! I still had fun.
Mmm and tonight Ma dyed my hair. The box was purple, but she experimented and added some black in there so that I "wouldn't look like the purple people eater". She probably overthought the amount of black and now...my hair is black. XD I don't mind. It's fine. But I was hoping for...you know. Purple.
( The before )( The after )YOU FINISHED READING THE POST, CONGRATULATIONS! YOU WIN THE PRIZE
nothing really.