Like That Girl On American Idol Crying Over Sanjai, Only Ten Times Worse And Spandex Shorts Were All The Rage.

I used to be an MJ fan.


When I was about seven years old my brother and I would go over to my neighbor's house to watch Michael Jackson's music videos. I'd lie on the couch hiding my face with my blanket so that nobody could see me crying. Yes, I was worse than Sanjai's crying fan on American Idol.



My neighbors were all boys and they would ask me why I was crying but I was too young to understand why.


I slept with a picture of him under my pillow at night and would dream about him in my sleep. It was an obsession; of course this was back when he was still "normal". (I say normal while making quotation marks with my hands because my version of normal is strange compared to others, but it's all relative right?)


So I am obviously, or not so obviously, over my crush on Michael. The end happened when my brother told me that Michael Jackson swore. Yes, I was so naive that swearing was the worst sin that I could think of. He might as well have told me that I was going to hell because I loved Michael.


I was devastated.


I refused to believe my brother and that night I held my shiny Michael Jackson photo in my hands and bawled all night long on the floor of my parent's bedroom. I knew that I just could not love someone who swore, so like the good girl I was, I finally let Michael go.




Good God I was so molly! Would someone slap that little girl into reality please?


Sheesh.


So what about you? Are you an MJ lover or hater?

Wicked!

A week late I am finally posting about Wicked! We LOVED it! I am a little obsessed with it actually. Albert has been a little annoyed with me blasting the soundtrack throughout the house this past week. I don't know why he complains when I sing Defying Gravity into his ear every 5 minutes. I have an awesome voice and by awesome I mean fantastic, and by fantastic I mean shrill, off-key, and about 10 octaves too high.




Our night started out with some great conversation and so-so food at The Macaroni Grill downtown. Below is baby sis Alyse, my mom, and my cute cousin Ashley.




Below is Lin, the niece Kelsi (who's Grandma has cancer, donate donate donate!), and Lyse.






Below is my aunt Jo, she is Ashley's mom and my mom's sister.




I think someone was getting annoyed with getting a camera shoved in her face all night.




After dinner we ventured out onto the streets of Salt Lake City on our way to the Capitol Theatre and of course we can't be normal anywhere.









Now time for your close up!









So after all the wierd looks and blank stares, we finally made it to the theatre!




While I was trying to take pictures of the theatre, these guys thought I was taking pictures of them and started yellin that I had to pay them to take their photo. So I told them they had to pose and work the camera and well, they tried. I didn't pay them, I just promised not to post their picture on the internet. So here they are!




I was able to get a couple pics inside the theatre before the show started. I love the archetecture of this place so those of you who have never been to the Capitol Theatre, these are for you:






So I bet you all think that I didn't actually go to the play since I'm in none of the pictures right? Well, here's proof peeps!



I'm planning to try out to play Elphaba (The witch) for next season. Not just because I want to make out with Adam Lambert from American Idol, I really think I'd be the perfect Elphaba, green looks great on me!




(Thanks Lin for the Adam link!)

We Are So Hard Core.

We finally did it. After this and this, the day of the concert finally came!

FALL OUT BOY!

Here are the players left to right:

The Annie (queen of fashion), The Kelsi (my darling neice), The Lindee (lil sis & partner in crime), The Sydney (Baby sis's non-boyfriend's little sister, did ya get that?) & The Alyse (baby sis with the non-boyfriend).




The last concert that I went to at the Saltaire was my boyfriend's, Gerard, and his cute little group My Chemical Romance.

Loved it by the way.

But I was pick pocketed during the concert. And yes, police officer who wrote down my case, I was pick pocketed from my back pocket and I didn't even notice. He was acting like I was crazy, hello? Has he never been to a concert where you get smashed, trampled, groped and grabbed constantly? Ugh.

Anyway, so I was way to scared to take my new camera into the actual concert so I made everyone pose outside the Saltaire before we went in. As promised girls, here they are!


Annie grabbing my ass. I didn't complain.














Thanks Sydney for being our photographer as we attempted to be America's Next Top Models. Much love.






Wow, in the next pic it looks like Alyse is grabbing my crotch. She did not grab my crotch, or maybe she did and I didn't notice because I seem to have a problem with things like that.




Ok, so we did actually get to go inside and see the concert, I tried my best to get pics with my camera phone. The pictures aren't great but I think you get the idea.

The guys first came out in these suits with their hair nice and combed over. Pete looked like he had a black eye. (bottom pic)






Then they left the stage, changed clothes,






and Annie was happy,




and we were too.








And we were also very hard core.






So Annie and I went there thinking that we wanted to hump Pete, the guitar player. (You know, Ashlee Simpson's husband?) But dude, Patrick, the lead singer, has got lungs! He was so amazing live! And I think we fell in love with him instead. Pete did most of the talking, probably because he is the hottest member of the band, but he is so little and short in real life, he kinda looks like a little kid on stage.



So we changed our opinion and now we want to hump Patrick instead.




Yes Angie, I'm talking about humping.


Again.


So we all had a great time and left the concert very sweaty, out of breath, and soar throats. (sorry Annie!) Hence no "after" pics thank you very much.

Oh, and just an FYI, my husband is well aware of my humping dreams about Patrick. He's ok with it.


I think.