Getting Cured on a Fucking Awesome Day

[errantember]

I had a fantastic day today.
I got up, took a shower, and watered my exponentially flowering tomato plants (one of my Sweet 100s has almost 100 blooms on it) before gailmom came over to visit from a night at Voyagers. Neither of us had had very much sleep, but we managed to stay awake long enough to enjoy each other's (and my dogs') company for several hours while her friend shopped local thrift stores. I decided it would be fun to go to Cafe Mundi, and just before we left I got a bite on my last-minute Cure ticket request on Craigslist. Not only did the guy have a ticket at my asking price, but it turns out he lives in the condo *directly* next to Cafe Mundi!



So on the way over, we swung by and did our little drug deal in front of the new condos. I was a little worried, because the ticket was basically a sheet of printed paper. The guy who sold it to me was *not* the person who's name was on the ticket, so it was an (expensive) gamble. While I did what official checking I could, I had *no* guarantee there weren't 10 other jokers, likely in line since 6 AM, who had the same number as me. I decided to risk it anyway, since I have no idea when I might get to see the Cure again. gailmom and I proceeded to hang out until around 6:30 PM, after which I kissed her goodbye (several times) and she headed back to College Station after leaving some pointed suggestions about the nature of our next meeting.

I then proceeded into "Eat-Dinner-and-Get-Gussied-Up for the Cure"-mode. This gussiing part consisted largely of digging through the laundry for the same set of dirty clothes I wore to Elysium *last* night. This time, though, I wore fairly *clean* socks under the combat boots, rather than my previous sub-optimal choice of "socks I wore while operating the wood chipper in shorts." I was taking my time, figuring I didn't really give a shit about their opening act, but I was then alarmed to discover that the show was supposed to start at 8 PM when it was about 7:40 PM and I hadn't eaten yet. I stepped up my pace, got dressed, stuffed some leftover fish and chips, and hopped on El Scootoro, who I've now decided to name Rupert. I'd seen the parking nightmare occurring around AMH, and knew I'd have no trouble finding parking on the scooter. And I didn't. I parked about two blocks away, cruised through the ticket takers up front, and was *in*. I was still in line for a bottle of water when the Cure took the stage, but I didn't really miss anything. Since they had no bottled water, I decided to get a Guinness instead, despite the fact that I almost never drink. Combined with a single hit off something that might have been but probably wasn't cloves, I was pleasantly buzzed for most of the second half.

Seeing the Cure themselves was interesting, but not apocalyptic. I realized during the concert that the band on the stage and what I associated with "The Cure" in my mind weren't really the same. Robert Smith also doesn't have an exactly stellar stage presence, especially when he's only 1 inch tall. However, I managed to move up about 25 feet or so over the course of the show, so by the second encore I was close enough to feel connected to the stage. Before that, I discovered a fun trick with my field glasses. Instead of looking through both lenses, I looked through the field glasses with my left eye, but my normal glasses with my right. I had to hold very still, but I got the small-but-seen-with-my-real-eyes Robert Smith dancing and spinning around the Magnified Mr. Smith 12 times bigger. It took some mental trickery to pull it off, but I was able to get both images to combine, or shift my focus from one to the other. The whole effect was very trippy and in keeping with the spirit of the show. I could also rotate the field glasses and watch, say, the guitarist rock out with my left eye up close while still seeing the whole band with my right.

Sweet.

The show seemed to improve as time went on, and they came out for one 20 minute and then one 30 minute encore, after already having played for almost 2 hours. At first I was having trouble really getting into the concert, but by the time it was over I was stomping and caterwauling for more, and I felt like I'd gotten my money's worth. I probably won't choose to see them in concert again, mainly because improving the situation would require having VIP tickets or camping out for hours and hours ahead of time, and while I *like* the Cure, seeing them in concert up close isn't necessarily worth that much effort.

After being Cured (no more itchy balls for me!) I checked my alcohol timing, confirmed it had been one hour since my last sip of luke-warm Guinness, and scootered across town to Elysium, where many of the post-Cure cuties would be headed. After an interesting EV conversation with trippedbreaker, I proceeded to greet friends, dance with a hottie named Cathy, and generally shake what part of my bootie was shakable on the even-more-packed-than-usual Elysium 80s Night dance floor. I'm getting a little more practice in with this whole "dancing with other human beings" thing, and while I'm still very iffy about it, I definitely feel I'm making progress. I struck out for home shortly before the house lights came up, and proceed to feed Puppies and write this up.

Now it's time for bed!

*smootch*!

Comments

[gailmom.livejournal.com]

glad it worked out! thanks for texting to let us know you got in, cuz we definetely had our fingers crossed for you.
I loved the chance to visit with you...made for a crazier day than either of us otherwise might have had, but am glad you enjoyed as well!
*smootch* to you too!