Ranger game

First they search my bag. What’re ya searching for?
“glass bottles, alcohol, marijuana, bombs, guns, mace, Ma'am…”
How about gum and a cell phone?
“Oh, well you can’t have a cell phone.”
You can’t?
“Go on”

We get to our seats and this lady from John’s work asks me if I like baseball? I shrug my shoulders. (I like rock concerts and art). We were only at the game for one hour. We came late and left early. I tried to talk to the few people around me. The score was 7-0 Red Sox ahead. I was bored outta my freakin’ mind.

I used to like playing softball when I was 8 and 9. I used to like watching baseball games when someone I knew was playing. But mostly I liked going if I could see cute boys. Cute boys playing or cute boys watching. The only cute boy there on Friday was John and I don’t have to go to a game to see him.
I know the tickets were free, but I had more fun riding on the freeway with music blaring. If I have to go to a sporting event, I’d rather go to a Jazz game, thank you.

Guess what? The Rangers won the Red Sox the next day 15-8.
Just my luck.

On Sunday

I was scared to enter cause it looked foreign. He said if we didn't like it we didn't have to stay. If we didn't like it we didn't pay. We could leave. It's donations only. The sign was spray painted. A group of people in front of doorway were talking. A guy wearing a confederate flag t shirt asks if we have change. As if I'd give anyone who wore that money.


We walk into this messy place with people sitting on worn out chairs and couches. They are talking, eating food from dishes, drinking from plastic cups, reading information, and hanging out. There's layers of grafitti. The ceiling is covered in paintings. There's a project board. It's different, but I like it. There's a whole room of free, clean, clothes on hangers for people to take what they need. There's a sink, microwave, fridge, bathroom, tables, and chairs. Smoking is only done outside. There is free food, and a fire outside. It reminds me of a place I took someone to see local bands, before we left.

We walk upstairs a graffiti hallway to where the music is playing. People standing, sitting, head bopping, toe tapping to the beat. Young kids, teens, adults, older ones, all different ages. It's punk, the music. I see an open spot on the table and sit.

The art is everywhere. Some trash, some silly, quotes like "Queer is not a putdown," band stickers, and political stuff. Mixed media collages. Later I notice bleacher like seating, a red carpet stage.

In the back there is an art piece. A typed description of all the nails pounded into the wood to resemble rapes. It tells how often? How many? The people who pounded the nails. The number of hours it took to pound them. Some of the nails are spaced evenly. Some of them are grouped together. Does that mean one person was violated by different people? As I touched the nails I thought of all the girls I knew. How many nails would that be? I didn't know the answer.

I met a boy who shares the name of an Egyptian Pharaoh trying to spread change with words and his guitar. I met a 2 membered band, named after a chess player. The drummer beat the cymbal so hard pieces broke to the floor. The singer sang with passion as he strummed his guitar. Back turned away, from the stage so you couldn't see his hands play. I heard some people speak.

I took a photo of 3 friends. Watched the boy left pining as the girl walked away with her guy. I wonder if she knows. He's in love with her.

A girl gave me a look of recognition as she walked by. I thought you don't know me. Cause I don't know anyone here. Then later realized I had met her the week before. I still don't know her name. I only know she just moved here.

I met a girl who shares my name, but spells the end differently. Throughout my whole life that makes number 4. We might be hard to find, but we exist.

Fan Halen & Back In Black

I am so glad we did not go to New Orleans this weekend! All because my guitar teacher works at the Rock School, and the kids performed Saturday Aug. 30. We had bought tickets before I'd realized that the show was Labor Day weekend.


We missed the Rock School kids. The whole reason why I wanted to see the show (totally bummed). I hope I have another opportunity, to see them again.

Here's what happened. We're heading to Dallas when John realizes he lost his ID. We come back home. He looks all over, and can't find it! Then he had to call House of Blues to confirm Will Call. Then we had to stand in the longest will call, box office line (that took forever).

Fan Halen which is this tribute Van Halen band that mimics the 80's David Lee Roth was hilarious! Talk about feeling old. Check out their outfits.

Back In Black is the AC/DC tribute band most of the guys at the Rock School perform in. They were really good! Even though we had balcony seats we ended up on the floor by the speaker, which is my favorite place to be. That way I can watch the guitar player. Good times!