[i heart matt]

got home from work. flew around trying to get ready before the best friend showed up, she's ALWAYS late, no worries there. yep, she was ten minutes early. hit up taco bell for some "food". tater tots smothered in nacho cheese sauce, they created that? um, okay. i passed, but i did get some chili cheese burrito goodness.

anyway, so we headed north to see matt nathanson. i was talking nonstop, fighting for my turn as only we can do, when it happened. yep, got on the wrong highway. who better to have in the car with me than the ONE person in the world with a worse sense of direction than me. excellent. surprisingly enough we thought it through and figured out how to hop from highway to highway in only three minutes. we get lost all the time so i was preparing myself for at least an hour of confusion, so three minutes rawked. parked in our normal lot, that had only three other cars in it. wondered if my car would be safe in an unattended lot. i started to pull into #77 when i slid over to #75. she said that was were she was thinking we should park, being 1975 babies and all. we are total dorks, but like minded dorks so that makes it better i guess. we made our way halfway down the hill when we remembered we forgot to put our money in the slot to park, so we headed back. i fell off a curb as we froze in 40 degree weather. the cold wind coming off the lake really didn't help the dire need to pee that we both found ourselves in, so we walked mall-walker style in an effort to get there faster.

the lovely giant trough in the mens room was still there, but they finally sprung for some real paper towels. that was a nice change from the cloth that used to hang from the wall. we stood around waiting for things to start and we eyed a stack of posters sitting on a ledge. i talked ms. k into grabbing one for me. she asked the people taking some if they were free to take, they smiled and told her yes. as she came back and rolled mine up, i saw the girl in front of the poster stack turn around and almost bitch slap the two other people who were taking "her" posters. oops, luckily ms. k made it away without a scratch. sorry to the girl whose poster we took. on the drive there she told me this story about andy dick on loveline talking to some girl with a bleeding hoo-ha. she said that andy dick kept yelling this out in the background. so as we stood there ms. k said "oh," and looked down. i asked her what was wrong and if she was bleeding from her vagina. she said, "no, but it's vibrating," as she reached down in her purse for her phone.

charlotte martin opened. our second time of seeing her, hard to believe that we could be even less impressed the second time around but it happened. then virginia coalition came on. they blew me away. wow. they were funny, and funky, and amazing. i leaned to ms. k and asked her if i was the only one who thought the keyboard guy looked eerily a lot like B. she laughed and said that at least we know why he's been so hard to get in touch with lately. it was freaky, right down to the backwards baseball cap. i found it hard to take my eyes off of the lead singer. more precisely the larger boulder-like peck that was bouncing up and down under his shirt as he played the guitar. maybe he uses this as a way to hypnotize his audience. i have no idea, but it worked on me. the fact that they were like 2 to 3 feet away from us didn't really help. then matt came on stage. we were so close we could see his tiny little nose ring, and the spit flying from his mouth as he sang. as he went from "bent" into a crows cover of "anna begins" i found myself fighting the urge to pass out. i love him. he stills goes into long elaborate lies about every song before he starts singing it, it's hilarious. my third matt concert and hands down the best of the three. he made fun of ashlee simpson, and even sang her song making up some kind words about her. he spoke of briefly dating her but said he knew it was over when she'd try to blind him with her acid reflux simply because he said he didn't respect her for lip-synching.

he sang every song i could think of wanting to hear, a blend of new and old stuff. even some solo acoustic stuff. i was a happy happy boy. i mean i was ready to leave ten minutes in, after "anna begins". so we headed home. found the right road, talked a lot more. swerved to miss a deer that was running across 6 lanes of traffic. came this close to hitting it. and laughed as it made ms. k do her famous "i'm scared and hyperventilating" routine that she does so well. what a great night.