Sneaky Trent Reznor and Atticus Ross

I knew that the theme of The Social Network reminded me of something...

The Musical Stylings of City and Colour featuring Drunk Man-Creep and That-Girl-at-Concerts-That-Can-Ruin-the-Show

So last night I went with Sean to Ramshead Live in Baltimore to see City and Colour. This is the moniker that the amazing Dallas Green goes under. Dallas + Green = City + Colour... get it... but he was there with a full band too.

Anyway, the concert was awesome; man I wish I had his voice! But I will not use this blog to talk about the wonderful aspects of the concert. I would like to talk about two individuals in the audience that not only caught my attention, but also the attention of many other fans at the concert.

1.) Drunk Man-Creep: Age--mid to late 30s, Weight--240+, Height--5'10''ish, Level of drunkenness before the concert--tipsy, Level of drunkenness during the concert--unable to focus on anything, in violation of excessive swaying, randomly shouted words to the song, Number of times he switched position in the crowd--10+, Average distance from me and Sean--within 5 feet, Time between each beer--20 minutes, Number of times he blocked my vision of Dallas with his over-sized head--too many to count.

Finally, after he was intensely singing into a girl's face, either in high-school or barely out, and almost falling into her, Sean and I put ourselves in between the girl and the drunk man-creep since this girl was not deserving of this experience and another guy tricked him into going over to the bar for free beer. We never saw him the rest of the night, granted there were only 5 more songs in the set.

The worst part... he was there by himself...

2.) That-Girl-at-Concerts-That-Can-Ruin-the-Show: Age--out of college to early 30s, Position in crowd--behind the sound booth, Voice level--carried 20 feet in all directions even when the music was playing, Assumed college lifestyle--sorority girl in business school, Number of people that told her to STFU--5 to 10 including the main sound guy, Number of "WOOOOOOO!"s--at least 10, Number of times she yelled for Dallas to play "The Girl"--in between every song, Number of arguments she go into--4, What she claimed her reason for being so obnoxious was--"I'm just showing my support!", How long it took her boyfriend to shut her up--he couldn't...

Sydney Says...

Well now that Bobby has popped the blog's virtual cherry, I will ramble a little.

Although, I must admit that I am nervous now after reading Bobby's words. You write just like a novelist Bobs. I always worry I write like I talk (which means that people will get lost or just laugh at the nonsense... sigh) or I write like a flouncy PR rep. You two let me know.

I am smitten with my internship. The people are super friendly and have lovely little conversations with me. The Editor-in-Chief, Clint, is wonderful and really, really talented. My supervisor, Sejal, is so sweet and very smart. I fly through little projects and hope I am making a good impression. I literally have complete control over their blog. I have two posts ready for review and then... -fingers crossed-... they will be published. And I will be a real blogger. I even made amateur graphics to go along with my entries. I am VERY nervous my supervisor will loathe them. We will see tomorrow!

I miss you two as well... I get lonely sometimes. The only other reallllllly good bestie I have around is Ann and she, love her, is not an avid communicator. So it is hard to make plans and I don't want to pester her to death like I do you two.

I get invited to all this neat stuff around Atlanta, but never want to go alone. I think I will go to this High Museum of Art media preview day next week though! Write up a blog post on it. And one of Atlanta's luxe restaurants is having a Mad Men-themed happy hour special in June. Dying to try! $10 for a classy cocktail and delish appetizer. :D Wish I could drag you two with me. D:

I guess Pat's up to bat now. I use too many cliches. Oh well.

ENJOY!

Bobby's First Day at His Internship

New York City is weird. They say you can tell who lives here by the way they move. I think those are the people who are sitting down in restaurants and in parks, either with a book in their hand or without, cause they are the only ones who don't seem phased by the chaos on the sidewalks.

It's weird here by myself. I think that's how I know I could never live here. If I walked down these streets more than once a week without someone to do it with, I'd get swallowed up. And inevitably it would come to that.

I'm sitting in the flat iron eating Chop't (nothing better!) and guzzling on some free WiFi from some restaurant around here. That's just another thing that's weird. In Maryland, finding free WiFi is like winning Easter. In NYC, it's like they're competing for you.

In one hour I'm going to be walking into the Elevator Repair Service office for the second time. The first time I spent an hour circling the block because I was nervous as hell and I got there an hour early. I can already feel my stomach flipping (though that may be because I rode on the top level of a double-decker bus?) but I think I'll be ok. Megan won't be there, which sucks, but it'll also force me to not attach myself to her when I introduce myself. That's always good.

I miss you guys.