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we sang. we danced. but we did not steal a thing.
Post by Post by The Beast Girl on September 10, 2009 at 22:46 | Category: COOL!,Funny StoriesA lazy Sunday, was this last. My beast friend Tammy and I were in separate cities, as per use (pronounced, usge). BEEP went my phone. Hello text message. OMG. I had forgotten all about it. Bumbershoot. I never care about this Seattle festival. Really, it’s an over priced musical fest but this gal waits for better shows at a lesser cost to me walleta. However, my BEEP went the phone TEXT message rang, “I have an extra ticket to Bumbershoot and Jason Mraz plays tonight. Are you coming? Do you want my ticket?”
Pause. Freak out. Just a little skip of the beat of the heart. Skip. Hop. Jump. OMG.
Reply, enter, enter. “Yes, I would LOVE one! Know anyone with another? I’d love to get two tix…”
Turns out my client / friend has several tickets to the festival. She is a vendor every year and every year vendors get free tickets. So, long story shortest, we got two tickets to Bumbershoot. Sister did not care to go b/c she had an early morning rise the following AM. However, my beast has been a long time lover of the Mr A to the Z. TEXT. Hello? C’mon. C’mon. Two seconds, three seconds. NO REPLY. WTF is she doing? I dunno. RING! “Sup guuuuurl! Did you get my text?!” … “No?!” … “So…I may or may not have TWO FREE tickets to Bumbershoot and YOUR BOYFRIEND is playing tonight. Would you like to join me?!” As IF I did not know the answer.
Fun story number One. Tammy and I could not just waltz into Jay to the Z (standing for the super sexy Jason, not to be mistaken for a washed up rap star). Mr. A Z costs extra to get into. However, my same friend(ish) gave us two passes. One was a VIP weekend pass with the three days listed on it (this is important). The second, mine, was a stage pass with out days listed. We strolled up to the VIP entrance (pronounced en-traunce) and flashed the badges. BLAM. I’m in.
I turn and wait while Tam-dawg speaks with the STAFF. Hmm. This is taking longer than my BLAM, I’m in. Crap. Turns out, two of the three days (Saturday & Sunday) were crossed out on her VIP badge. Shit guys! The STAFF man asks her, “Why is Sunday crossed out? Were you here earlier?”
“Yes, of course,” she responds! She had not. Side note: they stamp your wrist when you enter the VIP gate with an invisible ink. I know, SO high tech. Prolly just lemon juice or some shiz.
“Well do you have a stamp?”
“No?! I didn’t know I had to get a stamp…no one told me I had to earlier…” says Tammy in her cute and quit polite voice.
Speaking up from stage right a lady, whom we do not know, says, “Oh yeah! I remember her! She was here earlier…”
“Yeah!” says Tam to the M-Y.
He allows her to go through and tells her, in her semi-stupor, to get a stamp from the man. We both got stamps. Oh yeah, lil detail, we’d split a bottle of wine, rode the bus downtown and while on the bus, drank two Mike’s hards out of our Nalgenes. Super classy. Don’t judge.
Lamest thing about Bumbershoot and yet another reason I never go, the seating in the stadium is GA. Every man, woman and child for themselves. We showed up with about two songs left in the prior act. We shoved and pushed our way toward the front. This one girl *literally* pushed me when I tried passing. I was just tipsy enough to lash out, “Bitch don’t push me! We’re trying to find our friends! Fuck off!” Haha. I’m a little surprised at myself, even drunk self. Anyway, she backed down big time and we kept moving forward. We tucked ourselves just right of center, nestled in between under 21-ners and SANG OUR HEARTS OUT.
Sadly, all I had was my crappy phone video … no flip.
During the concert Jay to the Z announced his band would be playing at the Crocadile downtown at midnight. Huh. Well isn’t that just great. My little mind started working and apparently Tammy’s did too. We must find Fluffy. (If you have not yet seen Nick and Norah’s Infinite Playlist, you must see it.) After the show closed we ran as fast as we coulds go, hopped on the bus and took our chances. Luckily, I had another friend who I coerced into meeting us down there. Her and her boyfriend saved us a table. We order drinks, twice and then made our way to the back where the show was. There were maybe 100 people? Tamms, confirm?
So we’re chillin’, listenin’ to Jason’s band, some skaw wanna-be white boy rapper and another no-body rapsta. Then, out comes our man.
OMG. We flipped.
He sang, rapped, and got jiggy. It was A-mazin’.
(Sound quality and picture are crap … but you get the idea)
THEN, out of no where, he jumps down into the crowd and starts dancing. Tamms flips her lid and screams. Mind you, we are three? four? G & Ts in. So I push her toward the stage. Could she ask for a better friend? She disappears into the crowd. A few seconds go by. Then a minute. She reappears out of the crowd screaming, “OH MY GOSH!!!!! I TOUCHED JASON MRAZ! OH MY GOSH. OH MY GOOOOOOOOSH!”
Life goal. Check.
In the meantime, Mr. Jay to the Z had begun moving his way toward the back of the crowd, a.k.a. us. So again, I turn to my beast and say, “What the hell are you doing?! GO DANCE WITH HIM!” And she was gone.
Next thing I know, he’s dancing right next to me. Eye contact. Check. Look exchange, “Oh, I’ve seen you before?” “Yes, last November when I met you. I’m sure you remember my soft voice greeting you.”
(Last November. Hello. This is an anonymous blog. I cannot fully reveal. For those who know me, you’ll know this is me.)
The moment passes and I chicken out on kissing his face. Surry. Tammy turns to me with the most extactic look on her face, “I rode his ass all the way to you!” She literally did.
Don’t tell Wonka.
When we got home we called the one person we knew would appreciate the phone call at 4 in the morning her time. Kritta. Tamms later messaged Kirtta about dancing with Jay to the Z saying, “I will never wash my front again!”
This is one for the books.
2 Responses to “we sang. we danced. but we did not steal a thing.”
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Yes, yes. I did. I have a friend who works for a new Seattle startup. That company interfaces with music artists and when the come to town they often stop by to say Hi. She called me, I drove as fast as possible. Look through my profile pics on facebook and you’ll see in there the one I posted plus my “excited” face on my way there!
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