Saturday, February 03, 2007

Liveblogging the Justin Timberlake concert, without the "live" part

Okay, that was kinda great. I met up with the girls for some pre-JT Harps at Fados, then headed out to the Verizon Center to catch the end of Pink's act.

Instead of having regular tickets, Sylvie had printed ours out from her computer. I was first in line and the lady scans, it doesn't work. She does it again, it doesn't work. She smooths out the paper on the doesn't work. Under her breath she starts sing-songing, "Somebody's not gonna get to seeeee Jus--tin." Me: (gasp!) "I will cry myself to sleep!" Grinning, she looks up at me, looks at my friends all holding the same tickets, decides we're just old and ridiculous and not 16 yr olds with Justin for President glitter shirts who stole away on their ten-speeds to escape daddy's strict rules, and waves us all in. Whew.


We are very, very hiiiiiiiigh. I wish I was talking about drugs. I could see Pink's feet through her cleavage.


Stephanie comes back from intermission with a pair of red, hott, $45 gym shorts that say "SEXYBACK" on the rear.


Stephanie is seated on my left, Joy is on my right. A ghost of JT appears behind large white screens that have descended around the center set stage. Icebergs crumble as the decibel vibrations from 10,000 screaming girls reach the Arctic. Except: no Jumbotron? Brutal.


JT breaks into his first single, everyone sheds their sweaters and starts dancing in our tiny, tiny aisles.


Joy, shouting above the din: "I feel like I'm 13!"
Me: "Ha, me too!"


JT breaks between songs: "Hey, is it alright if I tell you guys a story?"
Me and the girl behind me: "WHAT? NOOO!"
JT: "This morning I went to Walter Reed. You guys know Walter Reed?"
JT: Proceeds to tell some very long story about what a great celebrity he is for visiting wounded soldiers.
Me, to Joy: "Is Justin Timberlake lecturing me on the war??"
Stephanie and the girl behind me: "TAKE OFF YOUR SHIRT!"
JT: Finishes sad, sad story, counteracting the three beers I just had to make it to this concert.
Stephanie, to me: "I WANT TO HAVE HIS CHILDREN!"


JT does a sexy little dance number, Sylvie leans across Joy and screams at me:


About half an hour in, the white screens come down and music video clips are projected on. We're thinking it's a costume change so we're still standing and dancing while listening to Michael Jackson, Missy Elliot, and some other clips...and okay, still watching, shakin' our hips....and it doesn't end. JT has abandoned us!

Me, to Joy: "Where the hell did he go??"
Joy: "My friend said he did this at her concert, half way into his set he left for an hour while a DJ played."
Me: "Did you say an hour?"
Joy: "Yeah."
Me: "...AN HOUR?!"

To be fair, I'm pretty sure the DJ was Timbaland, but c'mon, JT, I don't even get an hour for lunch everyday. He left again later for quite awhile. Maybe Cameron was backstage begging for him to take her back. "C'mon baby, I'll fart for you! It's sexy, right?" "Listen girl, I'm in the middle of something." "NO DON'T LEAVE ME! I'LL BURP YOUR NAME!" "Cam..."


During a particularly boring ballad, I took off to the bathroom. I have never seen such an amazing sight. No line. Girls were SPRINTING in and out so they wouldn't miss one single second of JT (for president).


I come back from the bathroom and tell Joy and Sylvie, "Dude, this guy waiting in line for beer was checking me out. Is he kidding me? I WOULD NEVER date a guy I met at a Justin Timberlake concert. He's either 1) with his girlfriend 2) gay or 3) a pedophile. And even if he dumped his gf for me I would never date some dude WHO WAS SUCH A PUSSY he couldn't say no when his gf whines for him to take her to a Justin Timberlake concert."
Sylvie and Joy, cracking up, nod to the row in front of us, where a guy was cradling his little bespectacled girlfriend, knowing there's NO WAY they didn't hear everything I was just screaming down the row.


The concert over, we make our way through the throngs to 6th and F, waiting for the rest of our group of seven to catch up with us. Then I see, of all people, our esteemed music editor coming towards me. I suddenly feel a little validated about the $60 I just spent.


So, you can laugh all you want at me going to see JT, but that boy is seriously talented. He's an amazing dancer (though he still keeps using those ridiculous N'Sync puppet moves that creep me out), played at least three different instruments - and I'm fairly certain he was actually playing them - and is managing to do what Christina Aguilera must be dying of jealousy over, that is, moving from tweeny pop star to a bona fide, professional gospel/soul singer. At one point he had a full chorus and half an orchestra backing him up, not to mention these ridiculous back-up singers, and dude, it was good.



Friday, February 02, 2007

Dear Heather,

A Google hit today asks: Would you be embarassed to date a guy who failed the bar?

Aw. Any commenters want to play advice columnist?

I'm bringing randomback.

Sorry for the little unplanned hiatus, it's been a killer week over here. Unfortunately, all the truly random things that have happened lately all fall in the category of NSFBlog, so, sorry Two-Timer fans. Give me a call and I'll happily share the gossip with you, at least, as much as I'm contractually allowed to. You know how it is. 2007 is shaping up to be the year of Random Adventures, and you won't hear me complaining.

Speaking of which, about a million years ago I was convinced to buy Justin Timberlake tickets, so you can find me at the Verizon Center tonight. I'll be the giant standing among all the prepubescent tweens squealing at the top of their lungs. I won't be doing any squealing, but I may or may not be loitering after the encore and claiming I'll "do anything" for a backstage pass. Kidding. I think.

I finished The Alchemist last night. Talk about a quick read; I didn't realize it's actually a fairy tale, with language at about a fifth grade level. Which isn't to say it wasn't good, and if you've got two hours to kill, you're welcome to borrow it. This definitely seems like one of those books that some folks will find life-changing or inspirational. And that's probably true if you don't actually think about your life that much.

I suppose this week was an interesting time for me to pick it up. Ostensibly it's about following your destiny, which is fine if you live in Sunnydale, but I'm not really a God Has A Plan For Me kinda girl. However, I can, in some respect, get behind Everything Happens For A Reason. Not necessarily because god is weaving his whatever for us all, but because every event, good or bad, opens up new opportunities, and that's how I always try to view my life. I've come to think that way because while 2007 may be the year of Random Adventures, my life has always been like this. For someone who plans as much as I do, it's ridiculous how many things in my life have come about from some unpredictable meeting that wouldn't have happened unless X had happened. I do, in fact, get a lot of jobs this way.

So, I appreciated the book generally, and loved his adventurous spirit for travel. The whole "listening to your heart" part dragged me down a little, but okay. I think I also enjoy the randomness of the cover being stamped, "For Sale in the Indian Subcontinent Only."

What a weird year it's been so far.

Wednesday, January 31, 2007

The Taj!

Photos from the Taj are up on Flickr. Only half a week to go!

Tuesday, January 30, 2007

I could do a little dance maybe?

Let's start with the creepy first: Someone arrived at my blog today by googling ("my full name" attorney dc). From Investigative Group Int in D.C. Yeesh. I can do a little investigating, too, sir, so I'd like to say a hearty hello to my future (non)employer and/or stalker. Hope you enjoyed your stay.

Second - Did you see the big DCist Exposed announcement
today? I couldn't be more excited if I tried. And the big love-fest going on over at Flickr today just warms my frosty little heart. I feel bad that anyone had to be left off that list, there were so many damn good photos, but I do hope everyone makes it out to the reception anyway. I've been looking at all these names and their work for almost a year now, and I'd love to put faces to them finally.

One of the things I love most about this project - and about all the photos submitted to DCist everyday - is how it can open your eyes to the city in such new ways. I saw this great photo by jennverr in the Exposed pool, then walked to work the next day and realized I walk by this door every single day and never noticed it. Now I see it, and it makes my walk through the city that much more interesting.

Also, I'm just thrilled that this is all coming together and that people seem as excited about it as I am. I love organizing projects, though when I get excited about something I want to do everything NOW, which, though it may be helpful at times - such as getting the announcement out almost a week early - probably drives my colleagues a little nuts with my hands-on-ed-ness. Nevertheless, it's all coming together beautifully, and people are already asking me if there will be another show after this one. With all the enthusiasm for this show, I sure hope this will continue on, but that's getting ahead of ourselves. First we have to avoid any catastrophes on the way to the gallery. March 9! Mark your calendar!

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