Carry On, Wave on Wave, I'm Out Tonight, man did I get Lucky over at Harry's!!! (Or, the past two nights)

Yeah, yeah, it's one song for both nights. It fits though, right? Love that musical. Forgetting for the moment that a long-standing dream is to play Mimi in my lifetime, I just love that freaking song!

Lordy, I'm tired. My feet hurt, I'm sweaty and exhausted, and my ears may never recover.

So, so worth it.

Let's start with yesterday morning. As I said, I woke up in a TERRIBLE mood. Angry, my head was hurting, I just wanted to roll over and go back to sleep. But, I played hooky on Wednesday, so that was definitely not an option. Thus, I dragged myself out of bed and went to class.

I'm really glad I did, too. My acting class is so incredibly FUN--I absolutely, absolutely love these people. The teacher's hilarious, the students are crazy--what more could a girl ask for? I love it. Love, love, love it. Cheered me up immensely, and by the time my second class started, I was in a much better mood.

My second class on Thursdays is Script Analysis. I love this class, too. We spent the entire class talking about A Midsummer Night's Dream (which happens to be my favorite Shakespeare comedy, other than the one I'm named after, mainly because of Puck. Puck is my hero. I want to marry a guy who reminds me of Puck. Maybe that's why I have the curly hair thing? The first performance of Midsummer I ever saw, the guy had curly hair. Hmm...all Freudian here, but now that I'm thinking about it...). Fantastic class. I always manage to miss actually working on this production, but I want to like you wouldn't believe. I actually would really love to make a TAMU version of it (film-wise). Anyone in on that, let me know.

Left Thursday with some peeps from class. We went to the Underground and got food. And here is where I know that theatre people are the same everywhere: we're standing in line in the Underground, discussing Glee. We go onto the careers of Lea Michelle (Rachel) and Jonathan Groff (Jesse St. James), which logically leads us to the subject of Spring Awakening (you non-Broadway loving folks, they were the original leads in that particular musical, and not only were the leads, they were INCREDIBLE). In fact, here's a taste: the original cast performing at the Tony's in 2007.



Yeah. Love it. Forever. On a side note, why, Jonathan? Why are you gay? You are so beautiful. And your voice is so, so beautiful. Sigh...hazard of loving Broadway stars, I suppose.

Anyway. The subject of Spring Awakening leads me to hum "Mama Who Bore Me", which causes this little group to burst into song. Glad to know theatre kids are the same, well, pretty much everywhere--even A&M.

Another amazing moment? Anyone who knows theatre kids know they throw random lines into conversation. Well, we read Angels in America in our acting class a few days ago, and one of the most RANDOM and HILARIOUS lines in the entire book is a line Harper says, that goes something like...

CAUTION: DO NOT READ IF UNDER THE AGE OF 17...OR 18...or whatever the hell the age is that I could get in trouble for. Is that right? right. Anywho. Line goes...

"I learned how to give a blow job on the radio...it was this old Jewish woman with a thick German accent."

Oh, Dr. Ruth. I love this play.

Point is, one of the people in my acting class says this randomly in conversation...and the people who aren't in there with us all go, "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?"

I really want to walk around campus saying this now and see what reactions I get.

Then, yesterday, my mom came into town! I hadn't seen her for 2 weeks, so strange feeling. Especially because my mom and I are really close. It was great to see her--we went to Boston's (I actually got greens...desperately needed some minerals) and she took me shopping for several hours. I have a new pair of brown boots to match my black pirate ones, which is awesome. She also cleaned my half of the room while I was in the shower (!!!!!). I feel like such a loser saying it, but I wasn't exactly expecting that. I love my mom. She's so freaking wonderful.

She actually dropped me off for the last event of the day: dancing at Hurricane Harry's with the fish camp people. I was really nervous about this, won't lie. I took tap for about 3 years, but western dancing is beyond me. The awkward "I don't know what I'm doing" vibe didn't exactly go away, but it did fade some after a few rounds--second we got there one of the guys I'm friends with taught me how to two step. Props for that! Got me through the night. The country part actually ended up being fine; we all sort of went in rounds, and this one guy from our camp who I'd actually never met before--and who is a BEAST at Western dancing--took every one of the girls out to teach us a trick or two. I also danced a round to freaking PAT GREEN (not live, recorded version of Wave on Wave) with one of my friends who took pity on me wriggling with joy in my seat at a song I knew and loved being played and took me out to the dance floor. So, honestly, I thoroughly enjoyed myself. Good boys. :)

Later, though, it got a bit testy--the country part wrapped up for a little while and all this electronica/dance/rap/hip hop stuff came on. You guys know how I feel about that. I mean, I skipped those dance parties--for the most part--for a REASON. So, for a long time I was sitting in a booth awkwardly by myself while others danced, sending out texts to various friends and family, fishing for conversations. It was a few minutes before a few of them bitch-slapped me enough to make me go out and dance. Sometimes I think I just need a push, and once I get it, I go and join the fun, because yes, I did end up having lots and lots and LOTS of fun. Dancing may be in my future after all!

That ended yesterday. Today? Today I was bored all day in class because I was so dead tired, one of the counselors kindly took me to pick up a laptop sleeve so my baby isn't hurt in the travel between classes (and spent the entire time singing little made up songs about the various ways he would like to hurt me, i.e., punching, dismemberment, beheading...should I be a little scared? Maybe? Possibly?), was bailed upon for the Pat Green concert and was going to make other plans, randomly posted on Facebook about it (I was considering going by myself), was rescued by fish camp people, went to said concert with said people, and had an amazing time.

Let's start off from when we walked into Harry's. Scene is, four girls walking into a bar. The place is pretty much empty right now, so we head over to play pool until it gets closer to concert time. We play a round. I fail my partner by shooting the 8 ball not into the designated pocket for the win, but somehow managing to propel it across the entire table to land in the opposite (lengthwise) side. (Sorry about that.) Two guys, one of whom is extremely, extremely attractive, ask us if we want to play a round opposite them. One of the girls I'm with says that I'm the best pool player of the group. (Can I hug you for that later? Totally unexpected.) So I'm one of those that ends up playing with these guys. We lose the round--a close match, and the good looking guy was crazy good at pool--trick shots and everything!--but enjoy it thoroughly, at least, I did. One more round: girl-guy teams, with the girls who didn't play before pairing up with the guys. They escorted us to the dance floor for the concert, and stood behind us for some time. To spare you any suspense, no numbers were exchanged, but I won't complain if I run into the good-looking one again. We talked some, and he seemed pretty likable. We laughed about frats, so that's a plus. I got the feeling he plays pool at Harry's a LOT, and I rediscovered how much I enjoy that game, so I'll be back around.

Concert started at 10:30. Sort of. They were running late. All right, though--PHENOMENAL show. Pat Green is so fantastic live, he just interacts with the audience and is so personal and charming...would it be creepy for me to call him adorable? Maybe it is, but ehhhh, who cares, it's only truth. He is adorable. Seeing him up so close was wonderful--last time I saw him in concert, it was at the Houston Livestock Show and Rodeo, and we were a few hundred feet away. Here, we were what, less than ten feet from the stage? If I'd really wanted to I could have run up onto the stage. That was amazing. And he's sitting there, waving, locking eyes with people, and I'm waving like a maniac the entire time, fist-pumping, whatever I can do. Which reminds me...

Pat Green, I doubt you will ever see this, or, even if you should, you probably will not remember who I am, but I want to say on the off chance that you might that I was the crazy girl in the red bandanna and braids screaming, dancing, singing, jumping, waving my hands, pumping my fists, ummmm...anything else? Probably. Point being, I was acting like a maniac all night, and I think you might actually have seen me. Yeah. You make me like country music that's from the past 10 years. Only you. Not in a creepy way, I just would hate all country music if my family wasn't so insanely in love with your music.

So, yeah. I enjoyed myself.

Early on in the concert I caught a pick the guitarist threw. And later, after the show ended, I had marked where Pat Green himself had thrown some picks and they were not picked up...managed to grab two of them, gave one to my fish camp friend who stuck it out with me, and kept the other, of course. :) Souvenirs, baby! And I know exactly which was which.


Some great things about the concert itself. Starting from the beginning...he played a lot of really great songs. I.E., his biggest hits: Carry On, Songs About Texas, etc., but he also played some really just fun songs. He went on this whole rant about how his studio wouldn't release "Lucky" on the radio, which was great. Dirty old man, he made some lewd suggestions the entire night. He is also apparently performing with Kiss this week? He seemed a little...uh...nervous about that. Can't say I blame him, that's sure to be somewhat different than the group he's used to. Half the people around us were just chilling with their beers. I was one of very few who were supremely into it. Oh, and he got Iced. Actually, the entire band did. If you don't know what that is...



Stupid? Yes. Amazing? Also yes. I have the whole thing recorded on my phone. I need to figure out a way to get it onto the computer. But once I do...YOUTUBE!

He was really funny about us hissing, too. He'd mention Lubbock or Waco, and we'd all hiss, and he'd say, "CHILL...THIS AIN'T A FOOTBALL GAME!!!" He was so surprised, I don't know if he really knew what we were doing or why. It was entertaining though.

I was getting really worried by the time the concert ended...all this, and he doesn't play my favorite song? BUT HE DID. The VERY last song they played was, of course, WAVE ON WAVE...screamed my freaking head off. And at the very end of the song he put up his guitar, and did the rounds...in other words....I FREAKING SHOOK HANDS WITH PAT GREEN!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!! *Fangirl scream that goes on for hours* I got so dazed, I actually had to remind myself to let go. I just happened to be one of the people whose hand he grabbed. He was really nice, though, he didn't pull away or anything, just waited until I let go, although he kind of gave me a confused look. I think it took me a minute to process that he was actually shaking hands with me. Eeeek. I screamed like a little girl after. Taylor Laughtner? Pssssh. And Justin Bieber can go, I don't know, go through puberty or something.

So. Anything else? I do not think so....Oh, man, such a great night.

I better sleep now, though...game tomorrow, lots of studying to do, and oh my lord I still can barely hear.

Night, all. This is Kat, sending her love.