Rallying for Kelly Clarkson

Kelly, Kelly, Kelly.

I have to admit, I was worried. I spent the six hours leading up to your concert with my head in a toilet thinking that I had entirely blown my chances of getting to rock out with you after waiting six years and flying across a continent. But holy shit, did I ever man up and holy shit, did you ever rock it.



Many dry-heaves and a deep-fried cheese on a stick in your honour later (American Fair food is grotesquely awesome - remind me to tell you about the chicken breast sandwiched in two chocolate chip cookies with strawberry jam...), I was finally able to pull the hungover mess formerly known as Ben Boudreau together enough to realize that I was going to see. you. live.

I may have peeed.

Peed? Peeed? Pee-d? P'd?

Anyone able to confirm the past tense verbage of pee?

I have to admit, we got a little too excited too when we realized we had a private table with full waitstaff on the terrace overlooking the stage. It was all a little too VIP to handle but we handled it - don't you worry. And Kelly, don't take this the wrong way but experiencing your concert while eating beer battered onion rings and drinking wine?

TOTALLY THE WAY TO DO IT.

My camera died half a song in - which as it turns out is because we took 29830 group shots at the bar the night before of which I remember about four - but luckily folks in the front row picked up the slack and YouTubed it by morning.

Awesome that I can past-tensify YouTube but not pee, right?

LITERACY FAIL.

In an hour and a half you were able to show just how many killer songs you've had to the point where I almost couldn't keep track. Add in some Rod Stewart, Janet Jackson and Patsy Cline covers (see below), not to mention remixing some of your own with Black Sabbath and the Eurythmics (I died and went to heaven), it was the most diverse concert I've ever experienced.

I love that you forgot a line in one of your newer songs and said "Oh c'mon. It's new! You guys don't know it either!". I love that you described an unexpected song choice on the new album as a "big middle finger to your record label". I love that you didn't think before you spoke, making you a real person in addition to a seasoned performer. I love that you bragged about your big ass. I love that you sang so hard you probably couldn't speak after it was all over.

Don't think I'm waiting six years until the next time, Kelly. You're stuck with me now.

Still alive

So how quickly did our plan of keeping you updated with blogs, vlogs and tweets on our San Diego adventures go out the window? PRETTY DAMN QUICK.

Sure, we may deserve a failing grade as bloggers this week but definitely an A fucking Plus on absolutely killing this vacation.

I have too many stories to tell and have no fear, you will surely hear all of the appropriate ones for mass consumption. But for now, I have one more day in beautiful California to gawk at hot men, stuff my face full of Mexican food, and act like a five-year-old at their zoo.

For now? I leave you with two impromptu vlogs for your viewing pleasure with the promise of at least one more with Tia as soon as we get our shit together.

(Sorry as always to Matt who yells at me every time I post videos)





And pictures:

Before the RENT-induced sobbing...

Chick Chat

Okay - we all know that no one can girl talk like the 'mos, right? Well, that's probably why I was invited to join in on the Chick Chat discussion hosted by Three Bay B Chicks. For this segment, I'm talking about life as a twenty something with five other great bloggers so make sure you click over to their sites to check out their videos:

Confessions of a Twenty Something Year Old
The Everyday Adventures of Me in the City
Live It, Love It
Thee Bay B Chicks
The Lifestyles of Sevi

Before you watch, I should also mention that I was grotesquely unprepared to do this as I left it to the last minute. Actually, as I write this, I'm supposed to be leaving for the airport in one hour and I haven't put anything in my suitcase.

WIN.

Okay. Here goes nothing...

Lessons Learned

1) Do not assume that you'll get through customs based on good looks and charm alone.

2) Even though going to stay with a married woman you met on the internet sounds perfectly legit to you, it does not resonate so well with embittered customs officers.

3) "Oh don't worry - she's married!" is not the response these officers are looking for when they say: "So it sounds to me like you're flying across the continent to stay with a woman you've never met..."

4) Once the customs officer starts demanding to know where you work and how much money is in your bank account, it is NOT the time for nervous giggles.

...sincerely hoping this trip just needs to hit its stride.