And how much did you pay for that rock and roll t-shirt that proves you were there, that you heard of them first?

Oh, Cake.
I did not buy their t-shirt for several reasons:
1) The only size they had left was 2XL
2) 20 bucks is a lot of bucks, especially after a $35 concert. Good thing I wasn't drinking (like everyone else) or I'd have to factor in another...oh...$30.
3) I can't even pretend I've heard of them first, because that song itself was written when I was one year old.

Even so, I DO love their music, so I went to the concert. I went with this chick right here, Amelia Bedelia (only less stupid).



It was a blast! We danced the night away, unlike most people around us who were busy being drunk (even when pregnant, as the lady right in front of us was), spilling beer on us, and dancing with their what-might-be-boyfriend-but-probably-isn't. This was us during intermission.


(low quality picture)

The concert itself was fun, and I loveeeed being able to sing and dance along with John McCrea. I just wish other people weren't such grossos.




That is a picture of what everyone there looked like: a beer in each hand.




That is me before the concert, the smell of cigarette smoke making me want to vomit.





That is a picture of a portion of the mondo crowd that was there. We got pretty awesome seats, It was great. I didn't take any pictures of the band though, because we were told to turn off our phones and cameras. Most people didn't follow that rule. I did. Woo, me.

Some of my favorite songs were: Sheep go to heaven, goats go to hell; Rock and Roll lifestyle; Mexico; and Short skirt, long jacket. John McCrea is SO funny, it was really unexpected. So were the constant sing-offs that tried to get us angry. I dug it, though.

Afterwards Amelia and I went to this supa-white place called Lunaberry. They sell froyo and crepes. I had a crepe with strawberries, raspberries, blueberries, and dark chocolate. Amelia had one with cranberries and turkey and, if I remember correctly, lettuce. . We shared a mango pineapple smoothie. It was pretty expensive, but super hip and WAY DELICIOUS.

Overall, it was a super great night. And I learned I never want to be drunk. It must be emberassing!

Why aren't I an adorable little child?

I was chilling with my next door neighbors yesterday, because being a teenager with friends your age is soo over rated. I was pushing Lily, age four, and her friend Megan, also age four, (If you added their ages together, I'd still be twice their age. I'M SO OOOLLLLDDD!) in my hammock.

"Beckham (her 5 year old other-side-next-door-neighbor.)has a hammock," Lily said dreamily.
"Oh, yeah? Does he let you swing in it?" I asked.
"Yeah. I have a crush on Beckham," she said, nonchalantly.
"Me, too," added Megan. "What's a crush? (pronounced twush)"

Awkwardly I tried to explain to a four year old what a crush was, saying, "It's when you like a boy more than any other boy..." But Lily just said, "It's when you think a boy is supercute. I have two crushes."
"On who?" I asked.
"Beckham," she said, impatiently.
"both crushes are on Beckham?" I asked. She nodded.
"I have five crushes on him," Megan added, holding up her five fingers.
"Well, I have 61 crushes on him."
"I have Two THOUSAND crushes on him."
"Me, too. I have two thousand crushes on him, too."

"You both have two thousand crushes on the same boy?" I asked, incredulously. They nodded. "What is so great about Beckham that the cutest girls on the street have two thousand crushes on him?" I asked, to which Lily replied.

"Hannah, have you SEEN him?"

Can't beat that logic. I guess I now have to re-assess my whole knowledge of crushes.

If you think summer is a bummer you are dumber than a plumber.

For all you plumbers out there, please don't take offense. I just thought that rhyme was awful clever, I did. Me talking like a hick? over.

I love summer SO much. I thought I loved spring the most. I was wrong. I love summer. My days have generally consisted of this:

Waking up at 9:40 (I don't have a bed time, but I have a wake up time.)
Feeding the Weed's cat.
Chilling.
Swimming.
Hanging out with friends.
Working on some form of something (online classes, act prep, summer projects, personal progress. Ya know.)
Eating.
Sleeping.
Loving life.

I need to get my camera fixed to I can start putting some pictures on this here blog. Seriously, though, Why am I talking like a hillbilly? It's time to go.