anyway...on to night two.

night two saw us at the crockodile in seattle for another mayer show. the night before, mayer had asked us to tape using that gazillion dollar camera i previously mentioned. he really hooked us up as far as access goes. when i say "us" i really mean "them" but whatever. i'm part of the group, yo. really.

so we showed up early(for the love of GOD i had to pee by the time we got to the parking lot. i NEVER complain, and i was complaining like none other. so what happens? we get out of the car, and i NEED to go to the venue, and the boys just pop over to the corners of the parking lot and start to pee. so i start running to the venue by myself. and this sketchy guy starts walking with me and freaks me out, so i turn around and go back for protection. but whatever. side story.) and set up...yadda yadda...yet another completely amazing show. i'm so proud of that boy. *sniff sniff* and i remember when i saw him in tucson way back when when i was one of 2 people in the audience who knew the words. heh. and i was also about one tenth of the audience for that matter.

so...show ends...we stay to take the gear down...david labruyewhatever is funny as hell, and starts playing with fruit and a stethescope or something and making up stories...nate is bound and determined that i'm going to have my picture taken with john...so he comes walking up to say hey, and nate is like "hey, could i get you to pose for a picture with my friend amanda?" and john is like "oooooh, yes. so we meet again." and shakes my hand, we pose, nate clicks...damn, it's a cute picture if i do say so myself. i've got it on my desktop right now. if you want to see, just ask.

so yadda yadda, the band and john all say goodbye and thanks. i walk around and tear down like 6 posters to bring back to friends...john writes some guy's phone number and email addie on one of them, who i later learn is some big dave manager or something or other(yeah, i totally remember important details. couldnt' even tell you the guys name. michael something?).

word word word. i'm getting really sick of writing about this, which means i'm leaving things out, which means i'm gonna stop. because i've still got 2 more timmy shows to get through and a bunch of other shite.

now i'll edit more in. :)

sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo. on with the story!!
monday monday. 'nother timmy show, different venue. i did not have a good time. :) but oh well, it was bound to happen some time. i won't even go into it.

hilights of this show? we were there in plenty of time to set up for the soundcheck. cool to just experience the vibe with timmy putzing around onstage, having conversations with his tour manager and others in the venue. mel set up his mikes...on tim's mic stand. heh. i started off the show sitting to the side of the stage. it was strange. we were behind this little "gate" to the backstage area. people kept asking us if dave would be there(becky and i)...then these two girls came back who really annoyed me, so i decided to go out into the crowd again. yadda yadda...

MAN i was not in a good mood by the time the show was over. i was miserable. and i get veeeeeeeeery quiet when i'm in a bad mood. it was great.

went upstairs and listened to timmy ramble about random things...funny, funny guy.

made a stop for alcohol on the way back to nate's. i had decided at this point that my mood had gone on long enough, and made a decision to say fuck it and change it. nate and i deemed it necessary to drink 40's that night. old english. aaaaaaaw yeah. kyle picked up a 32 oz corona and a bottle of boons, and...i don't remember what mel was drinking. we started playing drinking games, and all i know is that about 20 minutes later, nate and i were flat out plastered. those 40's are some effective mofo's! my mood was cured.

i have seen the pictures from that night, and let me tell you - they are BAD. well, good. but bad. evidently i had the hiccups, and they were feeding me spoonfulls of peanut butter...and we all ended up dancing around the appartment with wigs and chinese hats on...

good times, good times.