#DailyMischief

I told you guys the story of my sister and I flying out to spruce up the family home a few weeks ago, but I left out a little incident that happened when we went to listen to our baby brother’s hard rock band that weekend.

What do you call two over-forty, totally white chicks at an extremely loud heavy metal concert? LOST.

But we were totally game! You have to understand that prior to this, WE WERE READY TO ROCK! We’d been ready all day. After working our fingers to the bone for two days straight, a rock-n-roll night would be had by all, dammit. We cranked Bohemian Rhapsody, on the way over in the car and sang every word of that song, Wayne’s World style, to prepare.

So, when our bro’s band played only original songs, we were a little deflated we wouldn’t get to hear our favorite Motley Crue song (everyone has one, right? Girls, Girls, Girls? That’s one, right?). Still, in a show of support, we got up to dance a few times anyway.

Then the second act came on. The guy sang in alternating tones: deep and scary, mixed with equal parts “frat boy on helium”. Occasionally he threw in a screamy-terror voice – the kind that sounded like he had a gnarly case of laryngitis and made me want to run up and give him a throat lozenge. But this is where I lost it. You guys, the guy was running around our little crowd of about thirty, zigging and zagging. He looked like a pin ball machine.

What got me was the guy had a cool microphone that allowed him to run out into the crowd. I’m sure he was doing the best he could, but dang, I would have RULED that thing. I would have climbed up on the speakers singing, lured the chicks in the crowd to dance and tear their shirts off… This guy just sort of ran back and forth, and back and forth… And occasionally to and fro.

I tried to laugh and joke about it with my sister, but trying to communicate with her was useless. I chuckled in her ear and told her my hilarious observations and she stared blankly at me. She couldn’t hear a word I was saying.

So, we pulled out the big guns.

When heavy metal is too loud, pull out the big guns.

Gotta love technology, if not for the sole purpose of delivering zingers.

Click here to tweet about the Frat-Boy on Helium…. or here to talk about the gnarly-laringitis-heavy-metal guy.

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I WALKED INTO A BAR

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I didn’t take a photo last night while at dinner, even though I knew I planned to tell you a story about it. So, this photo is of some random place I’ve never been. I simply wasn’t thinking of you guys or a photo at dinner. I blame the wine.

But you know… sometimes I think Enough already, Lisa. You do NOT have to snap a photo every godforsaken place you go. So, instead you get one that looks like I should have been THERE. My neighborhood bistro / bar La Vecchia is pretty cool with the right photography, too, but I definitely want to go to the place in THIS photo.

: Stuck in Customs / Foter.com / CC BY-NC-SA

Vecchia has a rockin happy hour, so the bar is always packed (which is where you must sit to get the happy hour deals). You guys, they have about three SALAD options on their happy hour menu for about 6 bucks (plus their cab-sav is pretty great). I am obsessed with Vecchia as a result and almost always want to go there. It’s when they bring the hot baked bread and olive oil which really tastes best when paired with rigatoni bolognese, that things go south. You guys! Dangle that yumminess in front of me, and all thoughts of living healthy are like – “What’s your name? And… you would be?” – basically forgotten. Which is why I do not always go to Vechhia.

I got in without much of a wait since I was alone (don’t forget, Nuggie is in Tucson on a film), and I sat down next to a nice guy who was also flying solo (his gal went to Panama to settle a land dispute. WOW). Robert worked in Music Publishing. He was telling me about his industry… how Sony is the biggest in the publishing arena. He said the thing that everyone says when they aren’t working (myself included) – that the business has changed incredibly over the years. Then he laid this on me. He said:

Sony Publishing bought EMI in partnership with David Geffen and some other really rich guys.

I almost spit my wine out, I just found that so funny. I said, “Really? Some other really rich guys? I need me some of those so I can buy some things…”

We all really need at least one of those.

Better yet. Let’s BE one of those. God knows I plan to be “a really rich guy” (you know what I mean) one day.

Can I get an AMEN!

Such a funny little experience makes me think perhaps this walking into a bar thing should become a regular thing.

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Oh wait….

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When we bring out the big guns

WHEN WE BRING OUT THE BIG GUNS