Alright so we got off to an early start today and actually got to the office at like 10 something. When we got there we paired up with Kiki who took us out to photograph some buildings and stuff. It was harder than I thought it was going to be ((even though she was talking to Nikki most of the time because she figured I was a lost cause since I haven't taken photography in a couple years)). But I set up a couple good shots and Nikki snapped em so I think we did pretty well.
Okay so no one told me before we embarked on this journey that NIKKI HAS NO SENSE OF DIRECTION. We wandered around the city for like an hour because we couldnt find some place she was trying to get to. And here I thought it was impossible to get lost ANYWHERE nowadays when you have mapquest on your iphone telling you where to go. Yeah . . . I was wrong. I will be taking over all future navigational endeavors, thank you very much.
So tonight Mr. Brightfield took us to a Queen tribute concert at this place that I can't remember the name of at the moment. He was friends with like everyone in the band and he was filming the entire show for them, so he was kind of a VIP. It was hella crowded, there were people outside asking us for tickets and everything. There was a bar and people were already getting kinda rowdy. I guess the Cubs had won a baseball game or something cause there were a few fans in the house spilling their beer all over the place. Anyways, the venue was pretty big and there was a lot of seating but most of it was already taken except for these really nice booths that had awesome views of the stage. Problem was, most of them had "reserved" cards on them. So I stood there for a while trying to see which of those were still open because although we hadn't reserved one, I really wanted one. So I finally found one booth that had some papers on it but no reserve card, and I sat down at it. However, right next to it there was this huge group of butch-looking women who were giving me looks. Then two of them sat down across the booth from me and started giving me this crap about how it was reserved and I was putting up my "well her uncle is with the band and he basically told us we can sit where there's no card" argument - even though it wasn't all true - and they said that someone from their party had already sat there and removed it. And they had the nerve to get nasty, so I let them have it. I got Nikki to ask one of the workers there how they know which table is reserved for whom and he said that when you come in, a woman named Romina would lead you to your table. So I sent Nikki to go find Romina while I tried to scope out a seat. Surprise, surprise, Nikki can't find Romina ((incompetence)). I spotted a booth that was still empty and the show was about to start, so I kept my eye on it. But out of nowhere, three of the women who kicked me out of the other booth earlier mosied on over to my empty booth and sat in it.
Oh hell no.
Suddenly I see this wide woman with dyed blonde hair in a ponytail who looked kinda rough. ROMINA!! I made my way through the crowd and tapped on her shoulder. She could barely hear me over what was going on onstage, so I had to shout. "HER UNCLE IS WITH THE BAND, THE NAME IS BRIGHTFIELD AND WE WERE WONDERING IF HE HAD RESERVED A TABLE FOR US" ((knowing good and well that he hadn't)). She looked at the list and said shook her head, saying she didn't see the name. Then I had to get dirty. I pointed over to the booth I wanted that those witches had sat in, "THAT GROUP OF WOMEN OVER THERE KICKED ME OUT OF A BOOTH EARLIER THAT WASN'T THEIRS, AND THEN SAT DOWN IN THAT ONE THAT ISN'T THEIRS EITHER". Then Then Romina frowned. "They did what?", she asked. I repeated my complaint. She left without a word, stormed over to the butch bunch and said a few words to them. I saw them nod and move out of the booth. Then Romina motioned Nikki and I over to our newly-acquired space. I offered to pay her, but she declined. It was AWESOME.
. . . later on, Mr. Brightfield is filming over by the butch women and starts talking to one and kisses one on the cheek as some sort of greeting. Nikki and I were mortified. Turns out that one of them is a neighbor. Then we tried to hide from him because we didn't want him to know that we'd stolen our booth from his little group of friends. A girl next to us ((who was about as trashed as that angry muppet from Sesame Street)) asked us why the heck we kept trying to hide from the camera guy as if we were some criminals. See, even the Chicago folk know I'm bad ;-).
Nikki was in love with one SEMI-attractive singer in the band. She's really embarassing when she likes someone. I'm sure even the really drunk Cubs fan in the back corner who kept shouting "BICYCLE" throughout the entire concert even felt bad for me.
I'm tired.
Deuces.
**EDIT** 2:51 A.M.
So........
1. there was definately something jacked up about my mapquest today. end of story.
2. Romina is a beast. I love her.
3. The singer is the hottest thing I have ever seen in my life and I MAY have possibly by accident fallen out of my seat when he hit the high notes on "Somebody to Love". After, he said "Not gonna lie, I'm obsessed with your hair", and I said, "Not gonna lie, I'm kindof obsessed with you", and he kinda laughed and ran away real fast but then came back and gave me his cd that he was selling there fo' free!
basically
he wants me
:)
N
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