10:04p

"send your prayers to me, care of nine-...I got panty"
actually, the real line of that song is supposed to end with:
"..care of nineteen eighty-threeeee"

but only John Mayer can change the words to his song (live,
ad-lib wise) at the very moment
that a pair of underwear lands on his feet. (thrown on stage by one
of the fans in the crowd, of course.)

I knew the man was talented but watching and listening to him live
was by far theee best concert experience ever!
well, ok, maybe it's equal with the janet jackson concerts I've been to,
since I love all the dancing, but
John Mayer has GOT to be one of theeee most talented performers
I've ever seen and heard.

Of course, I didn't come to that realization until after
I got over my whole "Oh-my-god-it's-John-hotty-Mayer-I'm like a freakin-
15-yr-old teeny-bopper" spaz attack.
I was seriously transported back to 5th grade when I watched my first
concert (Duran Duran) and screamed my head off til
there was nothing left to scream with.

We were lucky enough to enjoy the concert with our good friends
K & R. 'had no idea they were fans of him, too.
and it was super cool when all four of us were singin' along to the songs.
But truly, it seemed like everyone in the joint knew the
words and were singing along.
It was one of the best natural highs.

And John Mayer can rip a guitar rif like nobody else can.
WOW!
All I could do was shake my head and do the "raise the roof"
hand signal.
I was totally dumbfounded.

The thing that makes him so unique aside from his amazing talent
is his... i dunno how to describe it...I guess his whole approach to music.
He's totally not into the whole "image"
thing....he keeps it real and down-to-earth
and lets his music, creativity and talent speak for itself.
I dig that.
In fact, in the middle of the concert, he busted out with,
"nothing's really changed, but the guitars have gotten a lot better".

He's also freakin' hilarious. He totally rocked last night.

Oh, and Counting Crows was amazing, too.
I never really heard many of their songs, but
man...they're an awesome group in their own right.
And the lead singer's voice is so raw and unique.
It was mesmerizing hearing him sing.
I could sit there all day just like that.

Maroon 5 also performed.
Man, they weren't bad for an "opening act".
I recognized one of the songs they sang
since I hear it on ALICE all the time.
I think I could probably get into them and Counting Crows
if I read their music lyrics.
That's what really draws me in.

Anyhow, I was on such a John Mayer high last night
that I ended up having a dream about him...and how we
both liked eachother.
When I told my bf, he just boffed at me with an, "ohhhh boy".
(boff..is that a word?)
I'm telling you, it's true what they say:
People do get older, but that doesn't mean they
become more mature.
yes, i am still that 5th grader at her first Duran Duran concert stuck in a 30-yr old's body.

Lola
It's funny how life takes a turn...when you're high on some guy
you don't even know.
My mom forwarded me an email that my aunt in the PI's sent her.
Apparently, my lola has grown really weak and
is pretty much in her last days.

To be honest, I'm not really sure how i'm supposed to feel.
My initial reaction was...nothing.
I kinda feel guilty about that, but then I don't.
I can honestly accept that it is her time to rest now.

I'm also feelin' kinda wierd cause never really forged a relationship with her that I could remember.
She was more integral in my life when I was a little kid.
Her and my Lolo took care of me while my parents
immigrated to the U.S. to settle before they sent for me.
That's when I was 2-4 years old.

My lola also stayed with us for a couple of years to
help take care of my brother when he was born.
That's when I was 7-8 years old.

And the last time I saw her was in '97.
But by that time, she was already pretty old and frail
to really have a conversation with.

Then, there's these other conflicting feelings I have about her.
Don't really want to go into detail about it here, but
let's just say you've got to have the "E-gene" (as my cousin, Fatima, coined the word)
to know where I'm coming from with this.

I can't say I hate her, cause I don't.
I just...don't really have a connection with her.
It's kind of a strange thing to be feeling, especially
towards someone who was pretty dominant in my mom's side
of the family tree,
someone who helped me grow up,
someone who fed me and took care of me,
someone who (according to my parents) spoiled me rotten that
when she returned me to my parents, they had to set me straight.

...I guess I have a lot to thank her for.

hmm...'need to process this a little more.

and the gods continued to keep me in check
as if that didn't lay heavy on my mind,
I also had to fight another mini spaz attack i had today while
trapped in the friggin' stairwell of my office building.

we had this alarm go off and were instructed to walk four floors down
and meet with the floor monitor there. we weren't allowed to use the elevators.
well, as it so happens, just as I walked into the stairwell to
make my way down, they said it was a false alarm and
told everyone to return to their offices.

Apparently when an alarm is called off,
the doors to the stairwells automatically lock,
which, of course, I had no idea of.
So there I am walking down 23 flights of stairs,
knocking profusely on doors at each floor for someone to let me out
with no luck.
Thank goodness for my cell phone. I probably would have freaked out more
if I didn't have it with me.

Of course whenever I tried to call my boss,
the stupid reception sucked, so it took me 3 tries
before I could finally relay to SOMEONE in the outside
world that I was stuck in stairwell land.

Some other stuff happened which I'm not mentioning here
which pretty much pissed me off and made me even more
irate.

Not soon enough did I reach the 1st floor where I told my
boss I'd be waiting for one of the security guards to get me.
But i was standing right in front of an exit door, so i thought about
just letting myself out.
But the alarm would sound if I did.
Then, I finally said "fuck it" I don't owe this stupid place anything
and opened the door which led me to the street.

I was so beside myself with irritation and annoyance
that I just took my lunch break right then and there.
And I HATE that I'm such a cryer, cause as soon as I stepped
onto the street, I started bawling like a baby.
I just get that way when I'm too emotional. arrrgggh!
Thank goodness for my bf...I went straight to his office building
where he greeted me at the front door with a big hug,
a sympathetic ear,
and lunch...on him.
I love that guy!

Moral to the story: don't rely on other people who are
supposed to be responsible for your safety.
bottom line: take care of yourself...always.
Oh, and stay away from stairwells!

(my question is: why the HELL do they leave the door "unlocked" on your side
so that you can get into the stairwell when they don't want you in there
in the first place? AND, what the hell is the point of a stairwell if you can't
even use it?) (Why is it that MORONS are the ones left to deal with
"security" issues?)

*shakes head*