Paul and I started off on our adventure to Atlantic City to see the Pixies. We were on the road all of an hour before we hit nasty stop and go traffic and got rear ended by a princess and her friends on their way to the mall. We were stunned and really didn't realize what happened at first. Paul, who was king of the one liners yesterday, finally said, "Now why would she do that?" No real damage done, but I'm pretty sure that girl peed her pants. Paul got out of the car and looked at the bumper. Nothing was visibly wrong with either car, but I let out a nasty yell, "Paul, make sure you get her information anyway!" because you just never know. So they exchange info and the girl, who must have said she was sorry like 500 times said, "So now what's going to happen?" And Paul told her that he wasn't going to do anything unless something was wrong. I'm kinda disappointed that he didn't fuck with her more, "Well, now I'm going to call the police and have you written up for following too closely, young lady." She was young. I'm pretty sure she thought we were going to call her parents. It was their insurance info. And I also wonder if she was even supposed to have the car out at all. Needless to say she stayed way back from us until she got off at the King of Prussia exit.
So after a car ride full of silly "how to beat the system in college" stories and a brief nap (by me, not Paul. He was driving), we made it to Atlantic City. The show was at the House of Blues, which is in the Showboat casino. I've never been in that one. We checked the place out a bit and played the slots for a little while. At one point, we were up around $200 on a nickel machine, but we lost it eventually. I hit a big jackpot on the one spin and Paul yelled, "Look at your mellons!" We got coffee and then realized that I left the concert tickets in the car. We went back up to the parking garage, got the tickets and came back. Then Paul showed me the joys of video black jack. And I didn't even break out in hives like I usually do around cards! I found myself playing in a bit of a trance. This little old Asian lady came over and sat next to us and put her player's card in Paul's machine and just sat there and watched him. She didn't say anything to us, just smiled. That could have gone on forever, but we left and made our way to the concert hall.
The House of Blues in Atlantic City just opened a few weeks ago and it's really cool. The general admission floor area is standing room only. And if you're somewhere that you can't see the stage, then it's your own fault. It's set up really well. We actually had seats in the balcony and considered not using them. But then I remembered my low tolerance for people and thought better of it. Even upstairs, there is no bad seat, though.
Before the show started, they were playing this creepy French music and sounded a bit like campy 60's surf stuff, but with these frightening vocals in French. Don't care if I ever hear that again. It freaked me out a little. The opening act was Mark Mulcahy, a guy with an accoustic guitar, a drummer and a hot Irish bass player. The bass player's last name was O'Rourke. I didn't catch his first name and I don't really care. I would just call him "slave" anyway. The group was good, if you like that kind of thing, which I do. The crowd was totally fucking with Mark, though. They asked his name and he said, "Well, we usually just go by my name, Mark Mulcahy, but you can call us whatever you want" And the guy in the crowd said, "Okay, how about Soul Asylum?" And Mark said, "Yes! We're the three children whose faces were on milk cartons that Soul Asylum found." Dude, I'd like to find that bass player in the back seat of my Prius....
Anyway
The Pixies came out and I totally blew the first/last game...and Paul actually got the last song right. I guessed Nimrod's Son (which they didn't even play) to open and U Mass to close, but it was actually Wave of Mutilation (UK Surf version) to open and Gigantic to close. And that's fine. You gotta love a song about big black cock. Throughout the show, Kim Deal kept calling Frank Black by his real name (Charles). I wonder if that pisses him off and if he bitch slaps her back stage for it. And I wonder if she does it deliberately to annoy him. The show was great. I think it was better than the last time I saw them when they were in Camden.
So the show was over and we left. Some chick stepped on the cuff of my jeans and ripped them. I'm just glad that I didn't fall down the steps when she did it.
I offered to drive home at least six times, but Paul insisted that he was okay. I told him that he should try to sleep since he was going into the office today and I was not. He refused and said he was fine. He really hates the way I drive. We just put in some weird old mix CDs and sang along to all these hokey songs that were on them ("I had some dreams they were clouds in my coffee, clouds in my coffee..."). We had a long conversation (well, actually, it was more like Paul giving me a lecture) about how you really have to be careful on this one back road we took to get home. It's hilly and curvey and there are animals on it and stuff. We just got off this road and were about seven miles from home and we saw the lights in the rear view mirror. That's right. We got pulled over.
The cop claims Paul was doing 70, but there was no way. Paul asked for proof and the guy didn't show him the tracking device that he used to time it, just gestured to the ticket and explained how he calculated it. I'm not even positive that he pulled off of the same road that we were on to stop us. My personal theory is that he saw a car driving in the middle of the night and thought it would be a cut and dry DUI case. But no such luck when he pulled us over and didn't smell alcohol because we didn't drink. He didn't immediately tell us why we were pulled over either. It was like he was trying to think of something. I call bullshit. He also didn't write the right date on the ticket. He had it dated for the 3rd, but it was the 4th. Paul is so fighting this one.
And you know what he said when we got home?
"I should have let you drive."
I got to bed around three am. I slept until noon and when I woke up my eyes were so red. I had never seen them this bright red before. I studied a little for the final I have to take tonight. I'm kinda nervous about it. It's my first test in seven years.
Wish me luck!
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