BUT. My day was ok there. It was when I got home that it went to shit in a handbasket. I realized that we were having sandwiches because hi--I forgot to go grocery shopping. Ok, that's a lie, I just didn't want to go. So after eating a shittastic dinner and putting kids to bed, starting laundry, paying the bills online, balancing checkbook, planning meals for the next week, making a list, getting coupons, I set out. I was crabby. No lie. So I put in a Tool cd and rocked out on the way to store. I battled the losers at the store. I get all the way checked out ... no wallet. ARE YOU SERIOUS?! So I had to suspend my order, drive all the way home (which is of course on the other end of town), get my wallet, drive all the way back.
But they put my stuff away. So I had to re-shop. Go through the line. Again. I check out and was pumped to see I spent only $42.01 on a week of groceries (lunch/dinner for M-F and all three meals AND dessert for Saturday and Sunday). Bow down bitches.
So I put it all away real quick, change out of my work clothes, start my radio stream for Mr. O's radio show, get on fuckmill. Fuckmill kicked my ass. Hard. I haven't done it since Thursday because I was busy, gone, not here, walking my ass off at the mall (both Saturday and Sunday for three hours each...that counts for something), etc. I hardly even ate anything so that somehow balances out. Right?
Sure it does. But overall this was kind of a blah day. I didn't feel like I got anything done even though I was busy from 5 a.m. until now...8:27 p.m. I'm exhausted, I am starving, and now my legs hurt. *sigh*
Anyways. So Tool. I actually fell in love with Tool in 1997 and I first heard their Undertow record. I was like a freshman in high school and was introduced by someone who was blaring it on their Discman. I also love me some James Maynard Keenan. He's hot and has a really great voice. (hang on..I'm swooning)
In 1998 I "spent the night" with a friend for the weekend. Where I was actually at OzzFest in Someset, Wisconsin. I went specifically for Tool because I really wanted to see them, it was a fairly cheap ticket for me and I had older friends willing to go with me. So I had a friend (names not to be revealed..because they don't want to be famous. Whatevs, yo) who loved James as much as I did. So there was a pretty good break between the band before them so we run up like fucking idiots next to the stage.
The stage had a giant gong on it and I'm thinking, "Oh my god- we are so badass." People, hoards of people are coming at us. I was starting to get nervous, but I'm thinking I'm 16, rocking my appropriate hard rock chick wear, my ass kickin' boots, I'm fine.
When they opened with "Sober" friend and I were crushed up against the chain link fence. There are like big huge guys on the other side just watching as we are literally crushed against this fence. I'm trying to be cool and continue rocking out except my breathing is a little more labored. Me and my 5'3 (at the time) 120 pound frame is really no match for huge fucking guys in a mosh pit. But the bouncer guys were like, "wave if you can't breathe". Nice.
But it was ok because James was like RIGHT THERE, I could feel sweat, lambs. James' sweat. It was fine. I made it through their whole set without dying. I had bruises on my entire left side of my body and face of fence. Makeup does wonders, yall.
Fast forward to 2001 and they are touring for Lateralus. This time it's at the Xcel Energy Center in St. Paul. I buy Matt & I tickets for $90 a piece, this time? Balcony. This lambwhore leader? Learns new tricks.
Let me tell you something- if you ever get a chance to see Tool--- you must go. They are FABULOUS to see live. If you happen to be high, I've heard it's better. But I'm a good girl and I'll take the stoner's word for it. Matt was really freaked out at all of the violence in the pit but it was worth it. What I like about Tool is that even though James is the lead singer- you won't catch him at the front of the stage. He's on the side. Which I think is cool because it's like they all look like the lead.
But here is another Tool video. :)
So how do these two seemingly random things tie together? Because when I have a bad day I listen to Tool. I pull my cd's out, turn them up loudly and jump around. I have my own little one person mosh pit in my room. It kind of freaks the cats out but them humping blankets freak me out so I figure it's a wash. And while grocery shopping I had Tool pumping on the iPod and when I finally made it through the line for the second time, the checkout kid, some kid named Walter was like, "Props on rocking out to 'Hooker with a Penis'." The first person to EVER name the song and actually like it. So I'm like, "No- props to you checkout guy with cool glasses and excellent musical tastes". (Anybody else have the theme song to that beer commerical "Real American Heroes"?)