Drunk Lady, however...I do not.

Okay, so here's the thing.

We started out friends. No, just kidding, sorry. I had to. Those words automatically come next. Blame the song.

Okay, so here's the STORY: (better?)

I had been looking foward to Saturday (July 2nd) all of my life. Well, maybe subconsciously since my birthday in 5th grade, otherwise since late April of 2005. That, my friends, began after I first purchased my FRONT ROW tickets(all $70 worth) to the Alanis Morrissette Acoustic Jagged Little Pill concert at The Fabulous Fox Theater, with the young studly up and coming legend, Mr. Mraz. Jason to be exact. Not that I'd mind seeing Mraz senior try to entertain me, it would be wild, but awkward.

So, after returning to Saint Looie I was disheartened by my lack of fortune, and had nothing else to live for...I mean look forward to, than this spectacular event which I had stupidly (or wisely?)purchased tickets for when I DID have money. My nights and days, were filled with thoughts,nay,dreams of the show.

Then ironically (heehee) the week before my oh-so-awaited evening, I had been crazily busy. So hectic were my thoughts, that I had not remembered that the concert was that weekend until Thursday prior.

THEN, I was excited. Oh how excited. Because it seemed to have come weeks early, since I had forgotten about it for so long. I love when things sneek up on you and surprise you. Unless those things are creepy old men wandering the night in their boxers.

Anyways, at the show, we had parked next to a Honda Accord looking EXACTLY like Ruth's except for the fact that there was a Canadian flag on the dash. I took this as an omen of good luck. Then as we rounded the corner, and the tourbuses (why were they letting people park in the same lot at the talent? Do they want them to be swarmed like a honey comb by bees?) I start jabbering about how we should stalk Jason, and try to guess which bus is his. As I'm saying this I suddenly see Jason heading our way towards the buses, on his phone. I start rambling to Sam that it's him, and mention something about his geeky glasses, and I hear him laugh and say, "Mom!", and he passes us and we pass him.

I KNOW!! WHY DIDN'T I SAY SOMETHING!! HE WAS RIGHT THERE!

I even had my dang cd and a permanent marker with me. I kinda wanted to turn around and say something to him, but I didn't want to bother him since he was on the phone with his mom /slash Sam wouldn't let me. But I at least should have turned around to see what bus was his, so I would've known which one to stake out after the show.

Stupid Me.

Anyways, the show was amazing, my boys (Mraz and Toca) were hilarious as usual, as well as in good vocal form. They sound so pretty when they do their opera voices. Toca as the man, Mraz as the woman. Alanis was also amazing vocally. Don't know how she does it, she truly has an instrument from God in that throat.

As amazing as the show was, I have to say I came away from it with slight dissapointment. Alanis had a full band, which still leaves the question of "What would Acoustic Jagged Little Pill sound like?" and I mean acoustic like, one or two guitars and her magnificent vocal prowess, not drums, keys, 3 guitars, and a dog. Okay, so the dog can stay (he was uber-cute).

The other dissapointing factor would come from Drunk Lady and her two Drunk Friends that sat behind us. She also loved Alanis, but decided to shout that every second of the hour and ten minute show. Well, not literally. They showed up late, and then began screaming the 'I Love You's interchangeably with screaming the lyrics to the current song. Sam and I were leaned forward trying to hear less of her, and although that proved a successful move in avoiding beind drenched with spilled liquor, my jacket draped over my seat behind me was not so lucky.

Regardless, just thinking of the show can make me giddy. So you know it was good.

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