Chelsea Chelsea Bang Bang = Great Great Time Time

Hola!

Sure has been a while. Wouldn't you agree? I haven't felt very much like blogging.

Right now I'm watching some old school Looney Tunes. I mean, Bugs Bunny and Yosemite Sam digging for gold, old school.

I'm still riding high after my night in Seattle last weekend. I got dressed up for the first time since Jan-Term, or thereabout.

My friend and I drove up to Seattle. Ate dinner and had drinks at The Cheesecake Factory. Stood in a line outside of the Paramout (the line literally went around the block). My friend, however, made friends with some random lady, so we were only at the end of the first block.

Luckily, Seattle stepped it's game up and it was a beautiful night. Warm-no rain-clear skies kind of beautiful.

After the long wait in line, we got inside of the theatre, sat in our balcony seats and the fun began.

Guy Branum opened the show. He had a lot to say about the PNW. My favorite reference to WA had to be, "Maria Cantwell looks like a cunt, but I'd fuck her." I was impressed with his knowledge of WA's senators. He was an awesome opening act.

Then, there was a video montage of Chelsea in different sketches from her show, set to the tune of David Guetta's tasteful song, Sexy Bitch.

Finally, Chelsea came on stage. She started by saying, "Is everyone here as wasted as I am?" And, let me tell you, she was waaaaaaaasted.

Needless to say, it was an amazing show.

Afterwards, we stood in line to get our books signed. The show started an hour late because she stayed after her first show and signed every single book that was handed to her. Some people in line were mad, but I'm happy that she did that, it's admirable; I didn't care that our show started late.

Our show was over around 1:30AM and, again, she stayed and signed every book handed to her.

All this with a cup of Belvedere by her side.

It was fun watching her interact with all of her fans, she seems like a pretty awesome person. I already thought that, but seeing her interact with fans in person reassured me.

(Aren't we all secretly scared that our favorite celebrities are huge dicks?)

Her brother, Roy, was there with her (I only know it was her brother from seeing him on her show a couple of times). It must be crazy/cool/surreal to watch a sibling signing autographs for hundreds of people, performing for thousands every weekend and having 3 books (simultaneously) on the NYT Bestsellers List.

If ever I were to tour the country, I would also take my family with me.

Seeing her was inspiring (that sounds corny, but I like to speak the truth); it kind of re-lit something in me. I couldn't sleep for hours after we got back from the show. All I could focus on was how to start turning my dreams into reality.

I think I've figured some of it out.

Overall, it was a great, great night. One of the best I've had in a long time.

Seeing Chelsea was the main reason it was so great. But, it was just fantastic to go out with a friend, eat dinner, have a few drinks, laugh, reminisce (we've been friends since elem. school), and feel inspired all in one night.

I've decided that Seattle is the popular, glamorous sister of the tomboyish, brooding Tacoma. My friend and I have decided to make going to Seattle a monthly thing.

This wasn't the post I had in mind to write, but it is what it is.