The sub-moronic ramblings of a semi-functioning illiterate

Yeah. I’m old.

Thanks to my well connected friends I caught a LIT show this weekend and it was, well….let’s just call it awesome. What Catholic school girl wouldn’t love a tattooed rocker like A. Jay Popoff? Especially when I got close enough to reach up and wipe the sweat off his…uh, never mind.

As luck would have it a small group of us got to meet the band after the set and get autographs where I actually handed A. Jay an autographed copy of my book. Well, it was more like I signed it and then chucked it at him. You might think that trading autographs with a famous rocker would be the highlight of the evening, but it wasn’t. The highlight came when Kevin asked a small group of us to hang out afterward. That’s when I said….


That’s right, people. I said no. Because the cigarette smoke and burning patchouli to cover the weed and the ringing in my ears from standing too close to the stage threatened to blast my skull in two. Because I made a long trip there and had a long trip home. Because I had work in the morning. Because I had to face the fact that I’m not twenty anymore.

God I’m old.

32 responses

  1. awww 😛 . It’s alright, could be worse. Never heard of this bunch before though :P.

    February 8, 2012 at 1:31 am

    • They’re a good band. Here we call it “Orange County” music for the part of California where it’s popular. Hit the YouTube buddy. 🙂

      February 8, 2012 at 5:17 am

      • yeah I sadly know about the oc (don’t judge me :O ). There’s no ‘The’ just youtube!

        February 8, 2012 at 6:58 am

        • My point exactly.

          February 8, 2012 at 9:13 am

        • Are you sure? did you check the google?

          February 8, 2012 at 1:04 pm

          • Yes, I did check the Google. It’s where I found the Geritol.

            February 8, 2012 at 4:28 pm

  2. I like the idea of signing a book and then throwing it at the intended target – a rock and roll book signing for sure!

    February 8, 2012 at 1:40 am

    • Yeah, I was NOT smooth about it at all. I’m a loser too. But he’s got the book!

      February 8, 2012 at 5:18 am

  3. You make me come.
    You make me complete.
    You make me completely miserable.

    Good band.

    When you were young, you partied harder than ANY of those rookies.

    February 8, 2012 at 2:24 am

    • I really did. Soooo much I left out of my Hellis post; like dating a Florida Marlin and teaching South Beach strippers how to dance. I’m thinking I need to write another book.

      February 8, 2012 at 5:20 am

  4. I would have done the same thing, does that make me old too? 😉

    February 8, 2012 at 2:38 am

    • No, it makes you smart.

      February 8, 2012 at 5:20 am

      • It is pronounced
        Wicked smat Not smart.

        February 8, 2012 at 10:40 am

  5. I’m sure they only wanted to go out for burgers, fried and milkshakes.

    February 8, 2012 at 9:33 am

    • Fried? Dr. Freud on line 2!


      February 8, 2012 at 9:34 am

      • Uh….yeah. That’s what they wanted. 😉

        February 8, 2012 at 4:29 pm

  6. I like the signed set list. Niiiice… And no, you’re not old, you are mature. Though, I’m not sure which is worse!

    I didn’t know Lit was still around by the way.

    February 8, 2012 at 9:59 am

    • They took some time off after their drummer died of cancer. They’re only playing small venues now like the one I went to, but this May they’ll start back-up with the stadium tours and a new album release. They played some new stuff at this show and it rocked.

      February 8, 2012 at 4:31 pm

  7. It’s ok HE, you’re aging like fine wine. Tangy sweet with a little snip to it.
    HR on the other hand is aging like milk.
    Besides, you’re only as old as your kids make you feel.

    February 8, 2012 at 10:38 am

    • Who are you kidding? You still get carded for cigarettes. A couple months ago a kid at the grocery store called me, “Ma’am.” I still haven’t recovered.

      February 8, 2012 at 4:36 pm

  8. For me, it’s not the years, it’s the mileage…

    February 8, 2012 at 1:05 pm

    • Wow…if we’re talking mileage HR should be ninety by now. 🙂

      February 8, 2012 at 4:32 pm

  9. Anonymous

    Wow. You ARE old. 😉 Did you at least flash your boobies at them?

    February 8, 2012 at 3:00 pm

    • No, no, I did not. I left that to the twenty-somethings. Another sad part of being a grown-up is abstaining from flashing rockers because you’re worried your topless picture is going to appear online for your sons to find.

      February 8, 2012 at 4:34 pm

  10. Cool that you met those nice boys in that rock band, Alice. I never heard of this Pat Julie person. Do they sing any standards? Well, it’s time to take my meds. See you at the bingo!

    February 8, 2012 at 7:16 pm

    • Save me a seat, Madge. It’s Lawrence Welk night!

      February 8, 2012 at 8:29 pm

  11. Holy crap LIT is still kicking it!

    February 8, 2012 at 7:20 pm

    • Yes they are!

      February 8, 2012 at 8:29 pm

  12. Great video; the Mulletron should have his own cartoon series. Old, I’ll show you old–don’t worry, I won’t really. What are you–like, a whopping 30 or 35?

    February 8, 2012 at 9:36 pm

    • I’m the big 4-0 baby! Luckily for me I pass for much younger. Still doesn’t make it any less difficult to drag my ass out of bed in the morning.

      February 9, 2012 at 3:46 am

  13. …and because it takes almost a whole day to recover now and not just after breakfast. Who has a whole day to waste, eer recover anymore? And then you take a shower and your hair smells like smoke.

    I would buy that south Florida book….if it had pictures. I’ll have to check out LIT. I haven’t heard of them…but I don’t get out much anymore either.

    February 9, 2012 at 10:56 pm

  14. So what you’re saying is that you’re your own worst enemy? 😉

    February 10, 2012 at 2:50 pm