So, my brother is in a band and they just shot a video. Being the good sis that I am, I am posting it here for all five of my readers. :-)
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Kings of Leon
Labels:
concerts,
Soundtrack of my life
Last night, I took my brother to see Kings of Leon at Constitution Hall in DC. (Happy Birthday, Brother). Wow. I love their music, but they were fan-freakin-tastic to see live! This is from last night's show - Constitution Hall doesn't have the greatest acoustics and this was the only video I could find on youtube at this point, but it's a glimpse into the fun that I had last night while you were at home watching reruns of Everybody Loves Raymond. :-) But don't worry - I'm sure you're still significantly cooler than I am 363 days out of the year.
He stops talking at about a minute if you want to skip that and go straight to the music. You'll notice the lights from the stage, kind of blinding the audience to the beat?... I really thought I was going to have a seizure during this song - I'm such an old fogey.
He stops talking at about a minute if you want to skip that and go straight to the music. You'll notice the lights from the stage, kind of blinding the audience to the beat?... I really thought I was going to have a seizure during this song - I'm such an old fogey.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Dear Diary
I've been reading one of the journals I kept when I was in high school and it is hysterical! My God, a 16 year old girl can be melodramatic!
I am reading about how this boy I dated broke my heart! and then two days later, I am in looooovvvveee!!! Also, I completely forgot that I went out with a midshipman named Ben. Mom would have been so proud if that worked out, but I say I dodged a Republican bullet.
Anyway, here's an example of my tumultuous teenaged love life. Names changed to protect my dignity.
One month, in the love-life of a 16 year old Stephanie.
July 4 - Jake, at the most vulnerable period of my life, swept me off of my feet, only to crush my dreams. We broke up yesterday. Two years ago, I met the love of my life, Johnny. Unfortunately, it's also been two years since I've SEEN Johnny. Today is the saddest day of my life.
For those who know me, "Johnny" was the Texan Marine, who at the time, seemed like a perfect gentleman and ultimate dream of a man, but in retrospect, wow, child predator! Fortunately, my mom nipped that Dateline situation in the bud before any harm was done. I hated her for a year afterward.
July 19- Who cares about Jake - He is history and I have moved on! I am in love with Dylan. (I go on to write about every last detail of our first couple of dates)... He told me that he has only felt this great about someone once - when he fell in love for the first time. (Oh bloody hell.) He respects me for not sleeping with him and didn't even try to see if I would. (Ultimately, broke up with me for not sleeping with him.)
July 24 - (blah blah blah about AMAZING date - went to see Clueless at the movies and then walked around in Annapolis. Wow.) He said he really likes me but wants to get to know me more. Thus, the trial begins. What does he WANT?! He doesn't just want sex (yes he does) but he isn't ready for a committment either? I never even said anything about a committment. (Oh, young Steph. Expectations of commitment are implied when you don't give it up... you good girl! Adult Steph is proud of you, even if this idiot breaks your heart. Don't worry. In 15 years, you'll look at his not-private Facebook profile and wonder what the hell you were thinking.)
Several months later, I wrote a very deep post about sex, lamenting that it was all that boys wanted and wondering if a guy would ever see and love me instead of pretending to care just to get into my pants. Three months passed and I wrote in a different color ink underneath the original entry, "I was so naive back then." Clearly I was older and wiser after three months. Or so I thought...
I am thinking of rewriting my diaries - in a way that will make them a little less humiliating, while capturing the essence and intensity of my teen angst. It has been so fun to revisit the girl that I used to be, but I love the idea of changing names and maybe omitting some particularly embarrassing entries. Maybe, if I ever have a teenage daughter, I can tap into these old stories that I seem to have already forgotten and relate to her relationship issues. I hope to be understanding when hearing stories that might seem like unnecessary drama to in-her 40's-or-50's-Stephanie.
I am reading about how this boy I dated broke my heart! and then two days later, I am in looooovvvveee!!! Also, I completely forgot that I went out with a midshipman named Ben. Mom would have been so proud if that worked out, but I say I dodged a Republican bullet.
Anyway, here's an example of my tumultuous teenaged love life. Names changed to protect my dignity.
One month, in the love-life of a 16 year old Stephanie.
July 4 - Jake, at the most vulnerable period of my life, swept me off of my feet, only to crush my dreams. We broke up yesterday. Two years ago, I met the love of my life, Johnny. Unfortunately, it's also been two years since I've SEEN Johnny. Today is the saddest day of my life.
For those who know me, "Johnny" was the Texan Marine, who at the time, seemed like a perfect gentleman and ultimate dream of a man, but in retrospect, wow, child predator! Fortunately, my mom nipped that Dateline situation in the bud before any harm was done. I hated her for a year afterward.
July 19- Who cares about Jake - He is history and I have moved on! I am in love with Dylan. (I go on to write about every last detail of our first couple of dates)... He told me that he has only felt this great about someone once - when he fell in love for the first time. (Oh bloody hell.) He respects me for not sleeping with him and didn't even try to see if I would. (Ultimately, broke up with me for not sleeping with him.)
July 24 - (blah blah blah about AMAZING date - went to see Clueless at the movies and then walked around in Annapolis. Wow.) He said he really likes me but wants to get to know me more. Thus, the trial begins. What does he WANT?! He doesn't just want sex (yes he does) but he isn't ready for a committment either? I never even said anything about a committment. (Oh, young Steph. Expectations of commitment are implied when you don't give it up... you good girl! Adult Steph is proud of you, even if this idiot breaks your heart. Don't worry. In 15 years, you'll look at his not-private Facebook profile and wonder what the hell you were thinking.)
Several months later, I wrote a very deep post about sex, lamenting that it was all that boys wanted and wondering if a guy would ever see and love me instead of pretending to care just to get into my pants. Three months passed and I wrote in a different color ink underneath the original entry, "I was so naive back then." Clearly I was older and wiser after three months. Or so I thought...
I am thinking of rewriting my diaries - in a way that will make them a little less humiliating, while capturing the essence and intensity of my teen angst. It has been so fun to revisit the girl that I used to be, but I love the idea of changing names and maybe omitting some particularly embarrassing entries. Maybe, if I ever have a teenage daughter, I can tap into these old stories that I seem to have already forgotten and relate to her relationship issues. I hope to be understanding when hearing stories that might seem like unnecessary drama to in-her 40's-or-50's-Stephanie.
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