Went to Kate Nash Concert; Want to be British

Hola.

Oh, just brushing up on my Spanish.

Why? Beacuse I'm leaving for Guatemala tomorrow night. It's a funny thing, looking forward for so long. Because when what you've been waiting for finally nears arrival, it's almost impossible to imagine not waiting any longer. In 48 hours I will be there. Not here. There. Basically in a different world.

I think this trip is going to have a profound effect on me. Sometimes just reading news articles about food shortages and poverty and terrible realities of our world is enough to make me feel very ridiculous in my own shoes. And ashamed, and undeserving of what I have. Why should I be where I am, and not everyone else in this world who struggles and works so much harder than I do?

But I've never been faced with these things before. I can feel these things, but then return to my life. This trip is going to be eye-opening and I think it will change me. And it won't be a moment too soon.

I went to see Kate Nash perform at St. Andrews Hall last night. It was pretty good, but I have to admit I was a little disappointed. I like her music very much, but for some reason it wasn't all that I expected it to be.

The opening band, however, was totally friggin sweet. They were this little family trio, who I dubbed "The VonTrapp Family Emos" when they pulled up in front of the venue and poured out of their filled-up minivan. There was little 12 year old Rachel on the drums, the dad on keyboard and vocals, and the mom on back-up vocals and slide projector.

They go to flea markets and garage sales and buy old slide reels that belong to strangers. Then they look at the slides, and make up carefully rhymed songs to go along with the slides. It was hilarious, and totally original, and probably the most perfect embodiment of my sense of humor that I have ever seen. Oh dear, it was some good stuff.

We were right in the front. We were those super cool kids who got there way too early. Sarah and I were the first people there, about an hour and a half before doors opened. But, ironically, when we arrived the doors were open and Kate Nash was doing her sound check. So we strolled on in and had a listen. Hey, show me clear boundaries or I will take advantage of the situation.

After we got kicked out we thought drinks were in order, so we skipped across the street to a corner bar. Bottom shelf tequila shot for me, cause apparently I needed to put some hair on my chest. We then stood in line and waited for doors for a long time, but it was a nice day and there was some really great people watching. Random street crazies + hipster/poser kids = good times had by all who are not busy leaning up against things and pushing their lame hipster bangs out of their eyes.

Good lord, I cannot wait to be away from here for a week. Words cannot describe the shiver of loathing that runs through me when one co-worker in particular clears his throat (incessantly) but not just quietly coughing, but by grunt-yelling as loudly as I imagine any human body can possibly manage. It's just awful.

Wonder if I need to unwind at all?

Adios. Hasta la vista (damn, my spanish is bad).