I still feel as if blogging is so narcissistic-UNLESS you are a nugget, stalking a nugget, love nuggets, or have a SUPER adorable chubby puppy/baby that I want to see lots of pictures of and read about. I LOVE me some nuggets (especially chocolate ones), so I feel like I am worthy enough to blog as much as I want. Annnway :) I really have no idea what I am doing on this thing, but I figure while I have so much time on my hands during the Summer I'll just type away.
We'll start with a specifically AMAZING event that happened this week for Branigan and I. Oh no big deal, we just saw Airborne Toxic Event..aaaand shook hands with every band member :). Seriously, best concert I have ever been to. I had already been waiting for this band to come out since 2009ish so this wasn't just some LIL thang. Lead singer Mikel Jollett came off the stage several times and made his way into the crowd--awesome right? Bigger than that, he gave me a hug and asked us if there were any cool bars around town. I stood there like a deer in headlights with possibly a large amount of drool sliding down the side of my mouth and Branigan responded with the oh-so-cool, "We don't really go out." We both realized on the ride home neither of us played that one out super smooth. So we just laughed it off. I also was handed a guitar pic, and Mikel signed my ticket stub :). All and all AMAZING, and I will never forget this show.
So that was the great part of the concert. The not so great part? Being barfed on by some lil dweeb from Idaho. Probably another reason that we will never forget this concert. This would be a long story because it was pretty traumatizing, but I am too lazy to type it all out. Completely sober home boy must have gotten so excited when they came out playing a song that he couldn't hold back his stomach insides? I don't know. But I do know that it ended up on the back of my pants. It was pretty awful; Brani was wearing flats with holes in design so I feel like she suffered much worse than I did. Anyway, I'll post a couple of photos on here :)
CAUTION the following is a picture of the vomit on me:
PS After this whole A.T.E. adventure, I got home and realized that I was COMPLETELY locked out of my house. The females had been drinking heavily that night so waking them up by ringing the door-bell furiously, throwing wood chips at the windows, OR calling their cell phones multiple times wasn't gonna do the trick. My cell phone was almost dead, and I was starting to freak (we live on the south-west side of Orem--AKA the not-so-safest part of Happy Valley) because I didn't know what I was going to do. So I called Andy-rew and he drove alllll the way back over to save me. After brainstorming out several plans as to how we would get me to bed (I had to work at 6 the next morning and it was already 1:30), we decided to have him climb on the roof into Michelle's window. It was extremely risky, BUT it was a risk I was willing to take in order to get a couple hours of sleep. So 'lil spiderman-richards climbed across the steep rooftop and into Michelle's bedroom--she didn't even rollover when he turned on the lights! It was a very adventerous night, and thank goodness for Drew so I could have some sweet dreams about Mikel Jollett.