squeee!

We just got back from seeing Rise Against for the 4th or 5th time (we’re not stalking them; we’re just big fans). The show was awesome – they were headlining, so they played some songs we don’t see live often – but I got the biggest squee ever *after* the show:

On our way out of the venue to the blessedly cold night air, we passed four scooters parked by the tour buses. I naturally stopped to have a look, then put two and two together – the scooters were, in all likelihood, those belonging to the members of Rise Against themselves. The band and their scooters were the cover story of a magazine I picked up while in San Francisco, so I know they ride. Sure ’nuff, the scoots all had Illinois plates on them. There were two Vino 125s – one was identical to Oscar – a Buddy 125, and a something else I couldn’t make out in the dark. SQUEE! Punk rock and scooters! I am a giddy fan girl.

Ed and I scribbled a note and I left it in the bucket of the Buddy 125. Dunno if they’ll see it, but it was worth a shot. Yay for awesome shows and mutual scooter love!

gasping for access

This is the longest I’ve been able to get online since Thursday morning. I’m desperately afraid to move my laptop for fear that my nubbin will disappear again – it’s been the worst kind of cock tease ever.

We moved the majority of mom’s stuff yesterday. Today we plan to do nothing – I’m dragging Ed downtown to go to the Public Market – and tonight we will ROCK OUT at the Victoria Curling Club, where Rise Against is playing.

I miss you all (and a steady internet connection) terribly. We’re going back to the mainland tomorrow, where I plan to hug my cats and scooter and also cable modem for good measure.

I’m still relatively sane, but there have been some very close calls.

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