A Great Night With A Great Band

So I know Ive been slacking on the whole blog scene, but Christmas break is coming up and I will have a whole month to blog my little heart out. For right now I will bring you to a place that is known as the ULTIMATE WEEZER CONCERT REVIEW!!!

So I went to the Weezer concert a month ago and it was frickin rad! It all went down at the Mad House on McDowell, The Purple Palace, The Cowboy Saddle, The Big Pancake, and formally Veterans Memorial Colliseum... Whatever you want to call it. Now you may be thinking (hmm.... a month ago it was October...) That's right! Weezer made an AZ State Fair appearance. Now at first glance you might think (hmm... Weezer must be all washed up if they're playing at the fair...) Well my poorly mistaken friends Im here to tell you that YOU ARE WRONGO CABONGO!!! That thought couldn't be further from the truth. Over the years the AZ State Fair has been graced with the presence of many a high dollar act. Namely: Depeche Mode, The Gin Blossoms, Live, and most recently, the ever popular, Meatloaf. Those are just a few of the great acts that have made their presence known at said event.

Anyways, back to the Weez. I showed up late so I missed Tokyo Police Club, and caught the tail end of Angels & Airwaves. That was a good thing because they sounded awful! Weezer opened up with the oldie but goody My Name Is Jonas (which was the first song I ever heard from them back in the elementary school days.) They proceeded to rock the crowd's face off while strategically placing a Black Sabbath and Nirvana tune in with their own stellar set list of power ballads. The highlight of the night was when they broke out with the sweet lick from their latest release "The Greatest Man That Ever Lived (Variations on a Shaker Hymn) Leave it to the Weez to take a hymn and turn it in to a face melting rock opera. Now this is not your regular Weezer tune. This masterpiece is filled with freestyle rap from none other than Rivers himself, a quartet choir solo, and the usual face melting Weezer guitar solos. One disappointment was when they had the whiney voiced Tom Delong from Angels & Airwaves sing Undone- The Sweater Song. It almost made my ears bleed.

In the middle of the concert, they brought out 35 contest winners with their own instruments to play a couple songs with the band. They weren't half bad either, and I was pleasantly surprised. One of the 35 was my EFY counselor friend from last summer, Emily, who played violin. It was way cool to get to see her on stage.

All in all it was a rockin concert and I left thoroughly entertained.

Another Solid Thrift Store Buy

So I haven't been the best blogger lately, and I apologize to all my faithful readers. I will try and be better at it. As you may have already read in my previous blog about the wicked awesome Wembley Tie, this is going to be kind of a spin off from that one.

It all started on Wednesday night when my Dad got a call from my sister, Tammy, who needed some milk for my nephew Bing who is on the DL right now because of a broken funny bone. My Dad gets off the phone and tells me to go bring the milk over to them so I did, and the first thing I saw when I was there was 3 intricately designed ties sitting on the table. At first sight they looked like works of art that had been painstakingly designed. Then my brother-in-law Brigham showed me the maufacturer of these fine pieces of menswear. You guessed it! It was the awesomeness that is Wembley! At that moment there was no doubt in my mind that they really were works of art that had been painstakingly designed This was a glorious sight after my horrible day at school, which consisted of a psychology test and a speech in my communications class.

Now what are the chances that he could have walked into a thrift store (specifically Value Village on Glendale Ave.) on a Wednesday afternoon and finding not 1, not 2, but 3 Wembley ties waiting for a customer to take them to a happy home? I guess those chances were pretty dang good that day.

You may be wondering where the third tie is. Well Brigham gave me two of them and kept the third one.

Kudos to BBB for donating the thrifty revolution.

Gee That's A Nice Suit Mister. Thanks I Got It For $20.

I'm not that big of shopper, but when I do I go all out. I especially like to shop at thrift stores. I have a special place in my heart for them. I live by the old saying "one man's trash is another man's treasure." I have found many a treasure while frequenting these blessed stores.

When I step inside a thrift store I first think I've gone back in time about 10 years. Some of the clothes really are 10 or more years old there. Then there's the smell. A thrift store has a very distinct smell, and they all smell the same. It smells like a mix of body odor and febreeze. I'll admit when get home from many hours of patronizing these fine places of business, I feel like I have to take a shower. Some of the stores I've been in are not very hygienically friendly, but that's all part of the experience. My most recent thrift store purchase is probably one of my greatest finds. I have included a picture of it above. On the particular day I found this awesome sauce article of clothing I was shopping for a purpose. That purpose was to find a suit appropriate for my summer job. This suit had to be flashy, noticeable, and most of all really ugly. Sure enough the second store I went to, which was Savers (my favorite!), I found what was possibly the coolest suit I had ever seen. From the looks of it I thought it would never fit, but I tried it on, and It fit better than OJ's glove on trial day. I then had to find a tie to match this awesome suit. As I looked through the plethora of ties, some of which were unusually dirty, I found a very colorful Wembley.

Now Wembleys are a great tie for a number of reasons. First of all the little tag that holds what I like to call the "the little tie" says what color of suit goes with this tie. Now this is very helpful in deciding which suit you should wear. Second of all these ties are as rare as the coelacanth fish found off the coast of Madagascar. When you find one its a must buy. These things are like gold! They were the most coveted in my mission.

On a side note the sunglasses were a find by my brother-in-law, Brigham, at a St. Vincent De Paul store across the street from our old Glendale office.

When all was said and done the suit and tie ended up costing me $20 and some change. I left that Savers feeling like a million bucks!

I Think I Need An Intervention

So every couple of months, for the past year and a half, I have been going to a place where people rarely get to go to. This is a place filled with happiness. A place where you can get a corn dog and a churro for nothing under $5. You know what place I'm talking about. If you don't you're missing out. This magical place is called Disneyland! Located in the in heart of Anaheim, CA, it is the perfect place to have fun and just chill.

The only problem is that I go there ALOT and my family and friends have started to worry about me. It all started last February when I bought an annual pass. Now this pass is probably the best deal in the whole entire park. For $390 you can come to this magical land WHENEVER YOU WANT! Plus you get free parking, and parking can cost you a pretty penny as with all things in the park do. The best thing is you only have to use it on three different occasions and then it pays for itself! Anyways back to my story... After I bought this pass, my sister said don't be surprised if when you come back from Disneyland one weekend and there's a camera crew in the house filming an episode of Intervention.

Now Intervention is a TV show that focuses on drug users, alcoholics, and people that generally have major addictions. They use the addict's family to basically force them into rehab. I know she was just joking, but what if she wasn't? I could see it now... my family is gathered around, and I come home, churro in one hand, corndog in the other, and Mickey Mouse ears on my head. They would tell me how much they loved me and read what they wrote about me. Then a gray haired, moustached specialist would hand me a plane ticket to some deserted island off the coast of Madagascar that has a Mickey Mouse rehab facility that no one knows about. I would resist like everybody does on the show and then I would come to grips with reality and go peacefully to the rehab center where Disneyland DOESN'T EXIST!

WOW! I'm glad that will never happen cause that would suck!

The Awkward First Post

Hey guys! So I decided to join the club and make a blog. It isn't much now, but I'll have more posts up as soon as I figure out what I'm doing.