ACL part Two

More Keys Please

Picking up where we left off….
Dale, Lee, Danny, Colin, Laurie, Clint, and Myself were enjoying a masterful performance by the Black Keys. Dale discovered the Keys a while back by catching one of their video's on the Austin Music Network. He promptly went out and bought their cd's. Upon listening to their albums, I fell in love with their murky grooves but did not go to their show’s like Dale did. Why? Because it takes A LOT to get me to go to a show these days. There for a while, almost every show I went to was disappointing. I became calloused and turned a cold shoulder against live music. I am happy to report that the Black Keys at ACL rejuvenated my music loving soul!
I am about to say something that some of you may scoff at. Are you ready?
I enjoyed the Black Keys more than Coldplay.
OH MY GOSH!
It may have been because I was much closer to the stage for the Keys. It may be that their music made me dance (one of my criteria for good live music). I don’t know what it was, but it is what it is. Dig?
-Back to the story-
Colin, Laurie, Clint, and I took off in the middle of the Key’s set to go sit and wait for Coldplay to come on. We sat down in a high traffic area. People were constantly walking around us...very anoying. Clint fixed this problem by standing in the high traffic area and creating some kind of magical force field.

See, the people stopped walking by once Clint stood there. Strange. Colin looked a little freaked out (although I happen to know that he thought it was funny).

Let me take a moment to tell you about the port-a-potties. During the day, I could look at the seat to see if it was “clean” or not. Like almost every gal I know, I NEVER sit directly on the port-a-potty seat. Still, you want to know what you are hovering over incase you fell (ewwwwwwwww, or maybe you don't ). At night, I could not see the port-a-potty seat without the assistance of my camera flash. I ended up taking a really gross picture of the nasty potty, but I deleted it. I would never show you something like that!
This one is ok to show

Ugh, Women everywhere feel my pain when it comes to the absolute nastiness of the port-a-potty. SO gross.

After my bathroom break, I had to get back to Colin, Laurie, and Clint. As I entered the crowd once again I thought “How do I find them? Oh, that’s right…they are by that water tent. But wait, I can't really see the water tent. Jeeze, it is too bad that we don’t have a really cool Mexican Puppet thingy on a stick that could be seen from far away to mark our location”.

Somebody beat me to it.
Check back for ACL part three (soon to come)

Rachel is NOT pregnant

She is just practicing with the empathy belly.
Cute pic.

ACL

These pictures are from Sunday at ACL. As you can tell from the sweat on my large forehead, it was a hot one. And yes, those are new sunglasses! Thanks for asking.
(I lost my old ones)

This is the crew I went with.

Clint, Myself, Dale, Lee and Danny

The first band we saw was Wilco

Pretty good. They had a nice little vibe going on. It was not enough to hold us though, we abandoned that area early so that we could get a good spot for the Black Keys.

Do you want to see the dust? I took these next two pics when the sun was going down. They capture some of the dust that was in the air. I say some, because the dust continually got worse as the night progressed.



While we were waiting for the Black Keys, some man took a picture of me with my camera. I had to hold his while he did so. I wish he would have traded with me like I asked him to. No, I am not pregnant…it’s just the shirt. Gosh, you can be so invasive!


Oh look! Patrick Carney, one half of the Black Keys, is warming up!

What a bad ass! Give us some fatback beats brother! DO IT!

At this point in time, these two yahoos show up to join the fun.

Ok, they are not yahoos but they ARE a couple of scamps.

We all gather together and wait for the band. Colin is so excited, he can hardly stand it!

He was excited to see Coldplay. I think he enjoyed the Black keys though.
Finally, the band hits the stage. That fella in the background is Dan Auerbach, the other half of the Black Keys. Oh man, he is about to throw down some greasy guitar riffs that “sound like a dull razor fighting its way through four days of stubble.”–Patrick Berkery/Magnet


The fans went wild


Watching the show

(side note: Dale and Lee saw them play Friday Night at stubbs. Also, they ate right next to them. That was the second time that Dale got to talk to the Keys…lucky)

Clint was a bit more animated. Well, he is always a bit more animated…he is Clint for gosh sakes!


You all have to wait until the next post to see more of the Black Keys, The Coldplay series, the inside of a port-a-potty…don’t worry It’s not what you think, and whatever else I think I should post up here on this blog-diggity-blog.
I am sick, by the way, so feel sorry for me. Thanks.

Dust mask

There will be plenty of stories from the ACL extravaganza to come. I have a test tomorrow (Tuesday) and can’t spend any more time on my blog than I am spending on it right now typing this ridiculous run on sentence for you because you need to see something new on my blog.
Soon though, soon.

Topher is short for Christopher

Oh my, is that our friend Rachel chatting happily with Topher Grace? Why yes it is. Rachel met Topher (of that 70’s show, and some film work that I am too lazy to mention) at some club here in Austin.

Rachel also met Mickey Rourke at a different club in Austin a year or so ago.

Rachel was with Margaret both times when meeting these Hollywood celebs, just a random fact.

From what I gather, Topher was in town acting in another Texas chainsaw massacre movie. Rachel met a producer, of that movie I suppose, and he invited her to some high falutin’ pool party. She declined his invitation. Uh-huh, you better believe she did!
Woooooooooooo-Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Thanks to Erin for the picture of Rachel and Topher. I understand that Topher gave her a little hell for taking the pic without his permission.

Here is a pic of Erin. What a lovely gal.


I know Erin will see this posting. How do I know? Because My man Dan is gonna make sure that it happens.

Sarah and Dan
Oh my gosh, I look like a man in that pic! (Jeph, I am attempting the rap hands for YOU)

Any-hoo, because I know that Erin will see this posting I am gonna have to show this picture:

I enjoyed meeting you, Erin. Margaret and Dan are lucky to have you as a friend. I am lucky to have this picture, because your facial expression and the wet spot from the spilt drink on you shirt make me laugh.
(you know that I luv ya)

POW!

Hang in there for a sec while I explain my picture. Can you do that? Can ya?
Volume and pressure are inversely related. When volume increases pressure decreases.

BUT………….if you had to study for an anatomy and physiology test like I did, then this relationship between pressure and volume fails.

What happened in my situation is that Information (I) was added. The information load was greater than the volume of my brain could allow for. My brain filled up with all the terms and physiology that I needed to know. Eventually, my brain began to push against the walls of my cranium because it was so full of memorized terms. Soooooooooooooo If the volume of my brain can’t increase, then the pressure of my brain can’t decrease. Instead, the pressure builds up and my brain explodes through the skull.

Just look at all the information I had to put into my brain!
(You can skip this part. Who really gives a toot about what I had to study)
For this test, I had to know the following:
Anatomical Terms
Directional references
Planes of Reference
Tissues:
Skeletal, Smooth, Cardiac, Vascular, Nervous
Respiratory Passage
(from oral cavity to alveoli)
Skeletal framework for respiration
Muscles of respiration (there is a crap load of these)
Origin, Insertion, and function
Physiology of respiration

My first test in grad school is over and done with. I have another test on Tuesday of this week, so I SHOULS be studying.
Ya’ll know I am the procrastination Queen though, which is why I drew the above picture instead of studying all about the elastic recoil of the lungs.

Now get back to work.

1991

That, my friends, is a 14 year old Sarah (in New York). I was so proud of that outfit. The floral print baby-doll top paired with the hot pink with lace trim biker shorts go great with my imitation purple keds, or so I thought.

The year was 1991. It was the summer between 8th and 9th grade. Myself and some fellow classmates took the trip to New York, were I bonded with Clint Lemon. Here he is, trying to get into my photo op.



Sarah and Clint- May 2005

Here is a group shot, I have labeled a few key people for you.


Clint is coming to Austin for the ACL fest. I am sooooooo excited to see him. Really, I am more excited about his visit than I am about the festival. My friend Danny will be coming as well. I am keeping my fingers crossed for AMY to make an appearance on Saturday.

In other news…
Dale and I saw the Exorcism of Emily Rose last night. It was so-so. I love how Hollywood takes a true story and changes elements to flash things up a bit. At the same time that they “flash it up”, they end up dumbing it down for us.
There were a few scary moment….but it was not NEARLY as scary as the EXORCIST.
If you want to see the movie, I recommend watching it on the big screen so that all of the creepy moments are allowed to be shown at their fullest potential. Things are always scarier when the volume is so high that your ears hurt, and the images on the screen are so large that you are almost sucked into the environment.

Degree, secret, dove, Arrid, AXE, Ban, Gillette,Mitchum....

Here is another pic from the Big Bend trip. This might have been one of the happiest moments of the trip, second to making it to the top of the trail. Making smores after a long day of hiking endless switchbacks is a great reward.

Mmmmmm, smores
Check out Dale and Chris taking a much needed break along the trail. Those packs were extremely heavy! I am embarrassed to think of how often I bitched about the weight of my pack because theirs was SOOO much heavier. Still, they don't have sacro iliac joint disorder…do they!



Having said all of that, can we please make fun of my attire?
Big, thick socks with flip flops………….WOW!
Nice head lamp. Nice stretchy thermals. Dork! Dale is managing to look like a cool outdoorsman. I look like a five year old trying to dress herself!

In my defense, against myself, this is what I was wearing during the hike:

Not so bad.
In the first picture, those are the clothes I slept in. F.Y.friggin’ I.


Look at these now, then go away. You are starting to stink up my blog. Did you shower this morning? Peeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu! It’s called deodorant, you might want to invest in some.


View from the top




Thanks for looking, stinky.

Rachel's Secret

She turns 21 today! Ya-hoooooooooooooooo!


Rachel and I have known each other since she was born. I am the one in the pink. Rachel is the cute lil baby next to me.

Here we are hanging out in Rachel’s back yard.

It’s too bad we can’t wear those outfits to the 80’s party.

Margaret has been in the mix for quite some time. Here we all are hanging out in our school uniforms. Catholic school RULZ!

From left to right: Me, my lil sis Susan, Rachel, Margaret, and Charlotte (biker friend)

Everybody loves to play dress up. Rachel liked to dress up like a ballerina and say the pledge of allegiance.


And finally, a few of Rachel’s b-days from the past:

Sarah And Rachel



Janie, Rachel, Sarah, (Jessica?)


Happy Birthday!
"My friends are my estate."
- Emily Dickinson

Shhhhhhh, Rachel has a secret

I will tell you all about it tomorrow.
Until then, admire her lovely face.

Gas Prices have FINALLY gone down!

Not really. I was looking at a picture cd from a Big Bend trip I took with Dale and Chris in 2002 and found this gem. I am not sure why we took a picture of the gas prices, probably because we thought they were high at the time. CAN YOU BELIEVE IT!
I long for the day when I can put $10.00 worth of unleaded in my tank and drive around on it for two weeks. That day will probably never come though, because George Bush doesn’t care about Black People (according to Kanye West). Is that relevant to the topic at hand (gas prices)? Ohhhhhhhhhh, you bet your white ass it is! What? Who? Whaddid I just say?
I am confused, sorry.

Just what in the hay is going on here?

I don’t know this fella, but I think he might be one of Margaret’s friends. Rachel and I met her, Dan, Paul, and some gal at Foundation a few weeks ago. I just thought this was a funny pic.

Here is another one:

This is they guy that roams the clubs and bars so that he can take a picture of you ,and your drunk friends, only to try and sell it to you for an obscene price. I don’t know how he is staying in business what with the invention of itty bitty digital cameras and all. In a Bizzaro world type of move, I took his picture and then offered to sell it to him. I don’t think he found it as funny as I did.

Since when did Margaret start hanging out with John Stamos?

Spitting image of the famous Uncle Jesse

The real Stamos


Rachel can Dance like a pro, even when she has a full drink in her hand.


One more thing, today Laurie (a.k.a Bean) is having a b-day. Birthday wishes should be sent through the air to her. Make sure you send them in the direction of Dallas though. She and Colin went there for an Interpool concert.

BEAN

The END