Matisyahu

Had a great time at the Matisyahu concert, however the crowd left a lot to be desired. It was almost a replica of a frat party...a Jewish frat party at that. I mean, there were actually girls with fake IDs arguing with the dude who hands out bracelets for the bar! Come on, is it really that necessary to drink at a reggae show? First of all, the contact high from all the pot smoking should be enough. And it's not like there's nothing to keep you entertained.

So then strange things kept on happening. First off, the audience was surprisingly young (probably all the parents thought a Jewish rapper would be wholesome enough to let their kids out on a school night). Then there were the two guys pushing each other around, one with a lighter in his hand who almost set fire to the other guy. Then lighter guy came up to me and Sharon while we were quietly chatting away from the crowd and told us he was from Japan (clearly he was not) and slapped our hands really hard. Then one guy came up to us offering to give us the free plastic bracelets they were handing out at the door, then when we said we already had them, dejectedly skulked off. Oh yeah, let's not forget the guy who was crowd surfing with a lit menorah in his hand! Who are these people?!

Moving

Finally all moved in to the new house...well almost all moved in. I still have to fetch my computer and VCR (how retro) from the apartment and hook it all up...ugh. It's times like this where I wish I had magical powers...to just snap my fingers and have it all be done. I guess it's not as bad as in college when I had to constantly bring my computer and electronics back and forth from school and home each semester. Hmm, come to think of it, either magical powers or a laptop would work in this situation. I honestly don't know which I would choose at this point...

Sleeping in my own bed finally...it's delicious!

Disjointed and random

We're moving into the house this weekend...all I can say is FINALLY! Although, my nomadic days are not over yet...NYC here I come!

Oh yeah, and will someone just put me out of my misery and give me a f&*%ing job already?

P.S. I'm back to driving my Dad's car. Oh Firenze, why did your radiator have to break down? Will I ever get to drive you again?