First of all, I have to apologize for no Geeky Girl post today. After you read about my weekend, you’ll understand why I didn’t have the energy, let alone the brain power necessary to write something decent. To be honest, the only reason that you’re reading this right now is that I promised myself I could have a mini peanut butter cup if I finished it.
I knew, going into this weekend, that it was going to be a busy one. A quick jaunt down to Rhode Island to sing some songs at a birthday party (not one of them including the lines “Happy Birthday, Mr. President” or necessitating me jumping out of a cake, thank you very much), crashing with my friend Roger, getting up early to take the bus down to NYC, a whirlwind visit with my sister and her family and then a bus back to Boston at around 10pm on Sunday. It was one of those carefully crafted plans that just begged to be fucked with.
The first sign that the weekend was not going to be a normal one is when I got heckled at my gig. By this guy.
That, my friends, is Ox Baker. Otherwise known as the Dude who beat up Kurt Russell in Escape from New York. We traded barbs for the entirety of my 25 minute set. I told him, “You, Me, the parking lot in 15 minutes. I’m going to kick you in the shins and then run away.” I won’t tell you his response, but let’s just say that it was a) most excellent and 2) nothing that I would want to write in a blog entry that my Mom will probably read.
My only regret? I wasn’t wearing this sweater. We would have coordinated so perfectly.
He’s a lovely man who, apparently, only heckles because he loves (not unlike my own Dad who has been known to yell some things at me during a show). He gave me an autographed caricature. And a damn good story.
I had a blast at the party, met some lovely new people, made some lovely new Facebook friends and I even sold four CDs. In a fit of optimism about my CD selling abilities, I hadn’t hit the ATM before heading out on my trip. Fortunate, it would seem, favors the ill-prepared.
I knew it was going to be a long day on Saturday, but I had no idea just how long it would be. After not getting on my originally scheduled bus (the driver recommended that I wait a few minutes for the “express,” damn his eyes), I ended up riding around in circles (we got picked up by one bus, dropped off at the depot, picked up by another bus and then we made a stop where I had originally been waiting in Providence). We didn’t even leave for NYC until a good hour after my scheduled departure. And then we broke down on 95 South. Fortunately, I had the Internets on my side. After reading my tongue-in-cheek posts on Facebook about getting a pizza delivered to the side of the road in Rye, my friend Brian reminded me that he lives there. After talking with him on the phone, we quickly realized that, not only was I really close by, he could see my bus from his apartment.
The bus driver told us to hang tight, but I busted free like Kurt Russell and then we made a break for it. One slice of pizza and an hour’s worth of catching up later, I was actually pretty happy that something fell off of my bus, necessitating our unscheduled stop. Brian even gave me a ride into the city (he happened to be heading in anyways). Fortune, it would seem, also favors the hungry.
I managed to hook up with my sister in Manhattan and we proceeded to have a lovely visit, culminating in a fantastic Birthday Dance Party on Sunday afternoon. My sister had the brilliant idea of organizing an afternoon dance party at a venue in Brooklyn. That way, everyone could cut loose without hiring babysitters or staying up past their bedtimes. It was a blast.
Me being me, I managed to end the evening under a pile of small children. What can I say? I’m always game for pretending to be frogs and they told me that I was their Frog Mommy. I like parties where I can wear my niece as an accessory during Single Ladies, get down to some Katy Perry, belt out Total Eclipse of the Heart and then collapse in giggles and then be dived upon by a gaggle of small children.
My bus ride home was blissfully uneventful. I don’t believe in the curse “May you live in interesting times.” Partially, because it appears to have been made up at some point. Partially, because I’ll put up with almost anything if I get a good story out of it. But, at a certain point, things need to get a little uninteresting and uneventful so I can get some sleep.
It was a fantastic weekend. But I want a couple of weeks to recover.
That guy is freaking me out! He looks a bit like a Vulcan.
glad brian helped you escape TO new york. we loved having you here.
That guy, Ox!!! If he said he’d beat me up, I most definitely would believe it!! You’re a braver human being than me.
Glad your trip went well (despite the mishaps). Also love the bit about your niece! ^_^
Everyone at the party was dancing while holding a baby. Apparently, they’re the hot new accessory.
I loved being there! I’m so glad I’ve been able to visit so much this year. 🙂
That vest + a man named Ox = weekend perfection, right there.
Me being me, I managed to end the evening under a pile of small children. What can I say? I’m always game for pretending to be frogs and they told me that I was their Frog Mommy. I like parties where I can wear my niece as an accessory during Single Ladies, get down to some Katy Perry, belt out Total Eclipse of the Heart and then collapse in giggles and then be dived upon by a gaggle of small children.
Bliss!
Hope, first I laughed at the description of barb-trading with Ox Baker. Then I snorted at the line about your father.
You know how some people have completely lost their filters by the time they get considerably older? Now let’s picture your father and the Geezer Pastafarians (I refuse to count myself a Geezer as long as they remain older than I. Plus, I think Geezer is gender-specific.) whose filters are gossamer-thin anyway. Can you imagine what’s going to burst from their mouths when they’re 75 or 80? I love them.
That guy is creepy-as-heck-looking!
Score for buses breaking down near old friends who will bring you into the city!
You’ve done it now, Mary. Now I’m really scared! 😉
It’s nice to have friends!