will it be the ERR (express de la riff raff)?
standing here in newark waiting for my connection... so far the 8:53am to bay head is late (just had an announcement that it's 10 min late.)
I did peel off the cellophane from the new benjamin wagner cd and as I read the liner notes I was pleasantly surprised to see my name (nope. it didn't say "gigglechick")... i'd thrown a few bucks into his cd paypal thang a while back.. I figure folks are kind enough to throw me a buck or two, I should pay a small amount forward...
anyway... don't get my yapping about him & the cd thing wrong... don't worry, I am not stalking the boy with the strong jaw. i am a lazy stalker when i do actually stalk... mainly pointless stalking of redheaded boys...
here're some photos (eh, the lense was steamed up and some of the photos are blurry) from the gig
funny thing. i'd told gigglemom yesterday that I wouldn't be coming home last night because I had to go to a cd release party... she asked me "how'd you swing that? how much is that?" - eh, $8... and I found that question curious...
I called her this morning to let her know I was on the train... and she asked "how did you make out last night?"... erm, well I didn't make out... but I had a good time and bought the cd, and my name's in the liner notes said i...
gigglemom: "what? how? why would your name be on the cd?"me: "well I gave ben like $10 or $20 a while back for the cd fund"
gigglemom: "ben? is he a part of U2?"
me: "*?"
gigglemom: "are you there? how was U2?"
me: "ma, I didn't see U2... they were playing on the street on monday. i saw this guy who also has a blog thing and he just put out a cd... so..."
gigglemom: "oh. (pause & sigh) well I told everyone here at work that you went to U2's cd release party. i'm gonna let them keep thinking that."
me: "..."
yep. so apparently I was at U2's cd release shindig and my name's in the liner notes of how to dismantle an atomic bomb or whatever the cd is...
I am armed with a new book (the curious incident of the dog in the night-time... I think my friend , Erin, had mentioned this book months before I was dooced this summer)... so I shall shove it in my bag along with Confessions of a Shopaholic.... also untouched... last book I read was The Lovely Bones... took 2 days of commuting on the train to finish... and it was... well, it was lovely.
riff raff beginning to accumulate like dirty snowflakes on the platform waiting for this train. actually, no, I lie... just one guy with a backpack circling me like a shark and standing a foot away from me.... that's almost more annoying than when you are sitting in a relatively empty movie theater and people sit directly in front of you - or worse yet, ask you to get up so they can sit in the same aisle.... but I digress.
so getting back to not cracking open the books.. I seem to either sleep or fiddle with my treo.
::: plunked in on my treO:::
