sllllllllllleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeepy.
(as always).

Today was completely uneventful, save a minor disagreement about a design issue at work.

I came home and had spaghetti with meatballs (Using Laura's Lean Beef), and made caramel apples. They're yummy.

I was too tired to even watch Ally McBeal. So I am taping it instead.

I'm going to go call Jay in a minute. Sorry this is such a boooring blog. :)

This blog goes out to Sam Mannino, my friend since 1994.
He's a good guy. Someday, he'll have a blogger, and I'll link to it. :)
Yep.

What I learned during my weekend:

Lesson one: Don't use a spoon that's gone through the garbage disposal. It cuts mouths. Ouch.

Lesson two: If you're going to go to a museum, make sure you know what time it closes, so you don't spend $6.50 to see an hour's worth of museum. There was a cavern you get to explore (all fake, but cool nonetheless), and that was fun. It was dark. hehe.. It was tantalizing. Err.. something.

Lesson three: If you're going to play on a playground, be careful. Last night I wanted to go for a walk before I drove back to Lexington from Florence. Jay and I went to his former elementary school's playground, where I was playing on a large structure. There's gravel on the floor of most of the area, so thick that your feet kinda sink. Well, I assume it's under these monkey bars as well (which are pretty high.. probably about 7+ feet up), and let myself fall to the ground. I had misjudged the height, and it was a farther drop than I thought. I landed quite firmly. I didn't fall, but I jarred the heck out of my legs and hips.

Lesson four: Never trust Jay. I think he's been a bowling shark all this time. He beat me again last night, 107 to 104.

Lesson five: If ordering a pizza with toppings in less than the standard pattern, draw a picture. Jay and I went to Pizza Hut.. we wanted a pizza with sausage and green peppers over the entire thing, with the addition of pepperoni on half. This was a difficult concept. The nice waiter finally gave us free salad because it took so long to get it straight. He was new.

Lesson six: Stay away from hardcore nursing/medical books. I looked up polycystic kidney disease which my mother has (she's on dialysis), and I have a 3/7 chance of getting it, too. It makes big ugly cysts take over your kidneys. I know some about it, but I'd not seen a picture of a polycystic kidney before. I about started crying. Angie (aka Jay's mom) took the book away from me then. hehe. She rocks.

Lesson seven: I have the best boyfriend in the world. He treats me better than anyone ever has, and he is the most supportive person in the world. He really brought me out of a rather odd little depression on Friday... and then helped me out of it again on Saturday (without even knowing it. :) He's a great, wonderful person whom I care about dearly.

Lesson eight: You can't remake pop culture phenomenom. While Blair Witch II wasn't the worst movie I've seen, it certainly failed to capture the spirit of the first one.

Lesson nine: Drunkeness and bitterness don't mix. This lesson I learned by proxy. I don't think I've really been harmed by missing Kevin's Halloween party last night... and sometimes, abject drunkness in its own right is overly annoying. If you're going to be drinking, don't drink so much that you lose control of yourself. Someone else then has to take care of you, and let me tell you, it sucks being that person.

Lesson ten: Giving your parents guilt trips is sometimes necessary. In my family, it sucks to be the middle child. If I have a toothache, every tooth in my brother's head is falling out. If I have a bout of mild depression, my sister's certifiably insane. It's like they forget I'm here. I'm only 3 hours away. I might as well be a million miles sometimes. All I want is an occasional phone call.

And that's it for now.

My stupid TEETH.
My tooth was hurting so bad today that I left work and went to the UK School of Dentistry Emergency Clinic, where they deemed it a bite problem, and ground my teeth more. But.. first. Let me describe.
I go into the exam room with a dental student, after they've taken a panoramic X Ray... she looks at it, and asks, "Do you want to keep this tooth?"
EXCUSE ME? No, I want to yank that baby out! Let's make me look like the stereotype of a Kentuckian, or a West Virginian.
She proceeds to pound on the tooth like it's going out of style. She says, "It looks like you have irreversible pulp damage.. we'll have to do a root canal and put a crown on. I'll send you downstairs to the Emergency Clinic."
I go down to the emergency clinic, and a very slow-moving lady takes me to the work area.. "Do you want to keep this tooth?" I'm asked again. I do NOT GET this.
So eventually the more advanced dental student comes in and takes a x ray of a specific tooth, and looks at it. I have no pulp damage or even an infection. My bite is just off, and causing pain around that one tooth. If what he did didn't fix it, then I'll have to look into going to the UK Orofacial Pain Clinic.. Jamie, my former therapist, counseled people there on pain management. I'll have to drop him an email and talk to him about it.
This evening I went to Cooker with Aimee, Heath, and Chad Wedding, and then we went to see Blair Witch II. It wasn't nearly as intriguing as the first one. I've seen worse movies. I've seen better. Eh. We might have inadvertently ditched Reat by getting there too late.
That's all for now. You're excused.

In response to Erika's blog about my blog about her blog (it's all about the ramekins, baby.):
Erika says:
'well, okay. i didn't pay much attention to the long ramekin discussion. and besides, i still only want to please kristina. you have a boyfriend, miss "get your hand off my ass", SO SCREW YOU!"'

Kristina has a boyfriend too! JEFF!
She still probably wants you to please her.
And what are you talking about? *looks at the queue of men lined up at Erika's door...* So now you need women too? hehehe. Some people are never satisfied. You're insatiable! ;)

I saw Pay It Forward earlier. What a depressing, emotionally manipulative movie. Yet.. it was good, in some way. I feel at odds with myself.
When I got back from the movie, the people next door were out on their balcony, with their dog. I'd talked to the girl, Tasha, once, and she was very nice. I'd never talked to her boyfriend (I think I've said hi to their other roommate.) However, Troy is a really nice guy. A forestry major (of Aimee's ilk... or should I say ELK! That'd be a lot funnier if you knew the story behind it.) Troy does the whitewater thing.. he'd get along well with Dad. They all seem really nice, and I regret not having really talked to them before. After living in the ghetto, I'm not used to talking to my neighbors. I hope I hadn't came off as rude in the past... really, I'm just shy. It's been awhile since I've made new friends.. Jay was pretty much the most recent new friend I have that's not primarily online. But they're really nice people, and I should make more of an effort to get to know them. And their dog is great.
Earlier today we had a meeting at MaxWeb about our vision for the future of the company. I keep expecting someone to be a smartass and say, "I had a vision last night... the Lord showed me the way."
All I had was rice for dinner. And a cookie.
And I just had some Sleepytime tea. COLLEEN NEED SLEEPIES!

I'm having a crappy day, and it's just started!

I hate mornings.

First of all, I attempted to go to bed early (for me) last night. So I've
been in bed about 20 minutes last night, pretty much asleep, when I hear
Aimee coming home, opening the sliding glass door (which is next to my
room). Part of me thinks she's leaving for work already, so I look at the
clock, and it's 11:59. I'm awake again... I get up, explain it to Aimee, and
go back to bed, where it takes me forever to get back to sleep.

Then, I have this dream. I was supposed to go visit Erika and Shavonne, but
I kept putting it off in the dream, to sleep instead. What does it say
about your need to sleep when you dream about sleeping? And then, this
morning, I hear Aimee open the sliding glass door again (this time going to
work for real), and in my sleep-deluded head, I'm thinking, "But Aimee.
Don't you know, it's a weekend... you don't have to go. We're not going to
Erika's." When my alarm went off about 10 minutes later, I was not a happy
camper.

So I get up, get ready, play with the cat, etc., and decide to make myself
feel better by going to McDonald's for breakfast, instead of suffering
through a blah bagel. I go there, and go inside rather than the
drive-through, because it's usually quicker. But NO. Not today. I wait in
line forever, and then the lady takes my order, and then the big ol' order
of the people behind me and fills most of theirs before she fills mine. I
ONLY HAD A SAUSAGE BISCUIT AND A SMALL COKE! How difficult is that?

I get back into my car, start driving towards work, AND A BIRD DIVEBOMBS MY
CAR! The thing has to be dead, but it flew off of my windshield, leaving a
nasty mark. :(

I get to work, not wanting to do anything but eat my breakfast in peace, and
my project manager (a nice, well-meaning guy who annoys the heck out of me)
comes into my office and just... stands there. And babbles about nothing. I
mean, it's obvious I don't want to talk, and it took him too long to figure
this out.

So anyhow... that's my morning.

I HATE MORNINGS.

Today has been without incident.
I got up (and was very tired), went to work, came home, made dinner (chicken and rice, my standby "I have nothing more creative in me" dinner), and watched the Frasier I had on tape from last night. It was good. Unlike Beth, I am happy Niles and Daphne are together.
I also did laundry. Exciting.
I convinced two other people to set up blogs yesterday, Aleks and Liz. Whether or not they keep them updated remains to be seen. ("remains". Is that right? It looks funny to me.)
My ex-boyfriend Keith is moving from Lexington to Florida! WHOO HOO! That means there's less risk of me seeing him (the only time I see him is at Tori shows, anyhow.) But... that fear of unexpectedly running into his soul-less slimy being is that much decreased!
Really, I don't dislike all my exes that much. Just him.
And a response to Erika's blog about the ramekin and how she hopes it's pleased Kristina: I STARTED THE RAMEKIN LIBERATION MOVEMENT, DARNIT! I just want credit where credit's due. Actually, Aimee may have started; I'm merely furthering the cause.

Free the ramekins! STOP THE CRUELTY!

Earlier today, my sister needed a file to run Paintshop Pro, so I found it for her. I went to send it to her, was amazed that it transferred at 40k a second. "Wow," I briefly thought. "A modem can go that fast?" Then I remembered that they had DSL now. hehe. :) And I felt stupid.
Tomorrow I'm going to go see Pay It Forward with my friend Chad. It looks like a good movie. I look forward to it. (I'm so witty.)
I think that's it for today.
At least, for now.

Tonight we lost our soccer game 13-9. We did pretty good in the second half. I hurt my foot. I either got kicked or kicked someone.. I'm not sure. It's not bad now, but it stung for a few minutes. I think I'll be ok. :)
We had thunderstorms earlier. Anastasia was sitting on my lap, and I saw a bolt of lightning. I knew it was going to be loud thunder, so I braced myself. Unfortunately, Anastasia didn't know. The poor kittycat jumped off my lap and hid somewhere.
I got my Cold Fusion for Dummies book earlier today. Whoo hoo!
I almost killed Gerrit, one of the sysadmins, at work today. I had spent days working on MaxWeb's new site.. and he overwrote it with the old one by mistake. I was NOT happy. I noticed what was going on, and I happened to have a few of the files open, so I thought to save them so I didn't lose anything. I did lost the front page, but good ol' American ingenuity won out. I went downstairs to the conference room machine, went to the page that was lost, which was in cache. I then saved out the source, and hallejulah, I had my page back (with one minor edit, once I got upstairs.) Gerrit is lucky. I might have had to kill him otherwise. :)
I'm starving lately. Nothing I eat seems to fill me up.
My stomach is a black hole.
Ok, I should prepare for bed. Goodnight, my faithful following. hehehe.

I'm sad today.
I had about a million things to talk to Jay about, and then when he got online as I was about to take a shower, so I went ahead and took a shower, and when I got back his mom needed the phone, so I didn't get to talk to him. And it bothered me a lot more than it should have. I mean, not that his mom needed the phone; she had to study, that's no big deal. I was just really disappointed that I didn't get to talk to him. I don't know. Maybe I am a little emotionally exhausted from seeing abbey tonight... it was the first time I've seen him in quite awhile, and part of me is just relieved to see he's alright.
Other stuff that's happened today:

• My grandmother has a boyfriend, for all intents and purposes. It's great, but so weird. She's been in South Carolina, fishing, and she met this guy there. She might spend Thanksgiving with him. It's like... I can think of no comparison. It's like finding out your 75 (+/-) year old grandmother is dating. hehe.
  
• Jay did really well on his tests today at the temp agency. 98% on the Excel! Kick ass! I'm proud of him. :)
  
• As I mentioned, I saw abbey today. It was the first time I saw him since he moved to Dayton. We had fun, and I hope to keep in touch with him more regularly.
  
• My roommate has a boy in the living room. hehe. I probably shouldn't say that online, but... she doesn't read this. It's probably just platonic, but it'd be cool if it's not. He's a really nice guy... She deserves someone like that.
  

So that's my life.

Ahh, what a weekend. I'm sad that it's over.
As much as I don't mind my job, it's still a letdown to have to come into work on Monday, after a nice, relaxing, fun-filled weekend.
Liz's reception was Saturday. It was nice, but mostly Patrick's family, whom nobody knows. She had the coolest cake. It was sea-themed, and had seashells all around it. It's really too bad it rained. I think we nearly got struck by lightning. hehe.
Jay was here this weekend, and that was really really great. We had a lot of fun. He kicked my ass at bowling (a rare occurrence), scoring 135 and 102. My high score wasn't even 100. However, I beat him at Scrabble, an even rarer occurrence. Only by 2 points, though.
I am so incredibly hungry today. It's unnerving.
I'm thinking of maybe going to Ireland sometime in 2001. I'd like to visit Matthew in Galway. We'll see. It's a nice thought, regardless of whether I get to go or not.
There's really nothing going on. This is a boring blog.
Beth has a theory that blogs are taking away from the TMBG Offtopic list.
I think she may be right.
And now I go bye bye, because I've got nothing else to say.

So today I had to go to the bank at lunch.
On the way there, I heard "Wild Wild West", by the Escape Club. A staple of the late 80's ("Heading for the nineties living in the eighties"). When I was in Elementary school, we did a program called "Book it", where you got a free personal pan pizza from Pizza Hut if you read so many books. So Mom would take us to Pizza Hut to get our pizzas, and we'd play "Wild Wild West" on the jukebox.
I heard the song, and I had to have a personal pan pizza from Pizza Hut.
I'm making Beth a mix cd laden with Tori Amos.
I paid my car payment today. I'm now $300 poorer. hehe.
After work (in 1 hour and 45 minutes) I go pick up Jay. Tomorrow we're going to Liz and Patrick's wedding reception. It's informal.
Anyhow. Enough for now. Over and out.

codeine is a good thing.
having to take it for tooth pain isn't.
Moxy Fruvous' Wood is a damn good album. Buy it. Love it.
The pudding I just ate had an uneven tapioca distribution. I'm quite disappointed. I should write the company. It's not the first time it's happened.
Why must I anally retentive match socks? Just like I must get my mileage each time I fill up on gas.
I've cleaned today. Yay! I did good. I will reward myself with a big ol' hug! YEAH!
hehe. I think Aimee finally learned I tend to do things more quickly if I have positive reinforcement.. .just a little "yay! you mailed the bills!" will do. hehe. I'm so pitiful. I just need love. hehe. And I get it. :)
My cd player was being sassy, but I think I subdued it.
ok. Back to the laundry that keeps me from passing out on my bed.
(it's ON my bed, you see.)

one more note. The laundry's put away.
Tonight I went to Wendy's and ordered a chicken sandwich combo.
I tell the cashier, "Add honey mustard." (this is the lingo they use. I used to work there. I know.)
She looked at me like I'd told her to put the chicken breast under her armpit first. "Honey mustard?"
"Yes," I say. And almost added. "It's really not weird." But I didn't.
She looked at her co-worker. "She wants honey mustard AND mayonnaise."
I was miffed. She was quite rude. Like. honeymustard is that freaking odd? I mean, they have it there to go on their grilled chicken sandwiches!

Wow, www.weather.com is now giving 10 day forecasts.

It doesn't take much to excite and enthrall me, does it?

Blame my weather addiction on my mother... I think she'd just wither away into nothing without the weather.

I remember life before the weather channel. It wasn't pretty.

but now... we can see 10 days into the future.

Will technology ever stop making our lives better?

Note: If blueberry muffin toast sits in the freezer for a few months, it tastes ICKY.
And yet, I continue to consume it.

Not much happened today. I went to work, came home, made spaghetti, watched stuff I'd taped last night (That 70's Show and Dark Angel.) I really like Dark Angel. It's a nice little dramatic action show. I like the fact that one of the character's names is "Original Cindy." Think about it.

I like chewing on cloves to numb your mouth. It's pretty nifty.

Sam Ryan has a blogger now. He's a cool kid who makes great mix cds.

Everyone needs to make me a mix cd. I love them.

My room needs cleaned, before Jay is here on Friday. Where's my magic wand?

I need sleep. I will slumber soon.

'night, world.

We just had our soccer game. (
We lost 12-6. Now.. some of you reading this might think, "Wow. You all sure are bad." And you'd be right.
But we've improved SO MUCH since we first started playing. We don't lose by technical forfeit any longer, when the opposing team is ahead 10+ point, and they automatically win. And we've held our own quite a few times, only to die in the second half. We just don't have the stamina.

Anne-Marie lost her keys at Soccer Blast. That sucks to be her. God knows I have enough spare keys to my car around (and don't you try to steal it, dammit!)

I didn't die from the old lemonade. Yet.

My cat makes funny noises, when she's just walking around the house and stuff. I don't know how to describe it. I think she's trying to talk. *nods emphatically* She was just playing with a push pin. I took it away from her. I hope it didn't hurt her mouth.

So I was driving past a church, and they have a pumpkin sale, and I thought, "who do I know that wanted a pumpkin?" and I realized it was Beth... Then I realized that those pumpkins probably won't fare well if they were to be shipped to New Jersey.

And I am OUTTA HERE. :)

I'm not in a good mood today.
There's no reason for it, except for maybe lack of sleep.
I thought about calling in this morning, and sleeping late. However, I did not do it.
And I have little to do at work today.
*whine whine whine* What's my problem? hehehe.
I'm drinking Country Time Lemonade from the machine downstairs. The date on it is "Oct 16 00". Yesterday.
I'M GONNA DIE FROM BAD LEMONADE!
*nods*

I'm tiiiired. hehe. once again, I state this.
So anyhow... what else is up here.

• My parents are painting my old bedroom a bright shade of blue. I had to live with it that HORRID awful color somewhere between mint and olive. I hated that ugly green. They say I get to sleep there when I'm there, and Shannon has to sleep on the couch. I'll believe it when I see it. :)
  
• There is no traffic on the TMBG Offtopic list. POST, people. :) (I sound like Nathan, don't I?)
  
• I've been downloading (illegal! *gasp*!) songs tonight, for nostalgia value. Oak Ridge Boy's "Elvira", Bee Gee's "More Than a Woman", Kenny Rogers "The Gambler." And now Timmy T's "One More Try". I keep hearing that on the radio here in Lexington, on the mix station. Does anyone else remember that song?
  
• No Jay online tonight. :( I'll live. hehe.
  

I have nothing else of interest to espouse tonight, so I will not espouse anymore. Everyone go adopt a greyhound. RIGHT NOW! :)

And today is Monday. I didn't get to sleep last night until after 3:30, so I am very tired. I didn't even get to work until 9 (bad me!) I have to get significant sleep tonight, b/c I have a 10 pm soccer game tomorrow (bleah. Love soccer, hate late games.) Various things:

• Right now Jay is braving the mass transit system of Northern Kentucky to interview for a job in Cincinnati. I'm very proud of him... it's a big step to do stuff like this on your own, and it can be daunting when you've never done anything of the ilk previously.
  
• This weekend was a lot of fun. The Renaissance Fair, as I stated, kicked major ass. However, we neglected to see any shows, which is something I'd like to do next year. The sound system didn't seem too great, though, and that poses a problem for outdoor shows. I never did buy a headpiece for my costume, like I intended to. Oh, well.
  
• Yesterday Jay and I went to a pet supplies store to get Anastasia some food. When we got there, there were greyhounds outside, for a greyhound adoption organization. I love greyhounds more than any animal in the world. When I was younger, we had a retired racer, Debbie. I don't often realize how much I miss her until something sparks it. These doggies did. I bought a greyhound beanie baby from them, and petted the dogs. Jay and I walked into the store, and I started bawling. Since then, I've been figuring out how I could possibly have a greyhound. The apartment is big enough... greyhounds don't need much room, as long as they get properly exercised. There's a dog run nearby in Jacobson Park, so that's not a problem. What IS a problem is Anastasia being an attack cat, and the fact I couldn't be there to take the dog out as much as I should be able to. And the whole thing about, "hey, it's Aimee's apartment, too." *sigh* But I really really really really really want one. I won't have one... but someday.
  
• Last night we went to see The Push Stars in Dayton. It was a really good show. I heavily encourage you to see them if they come near your area. They're good, solid infectious pop. The bassist looks like Kevin Spacey, but dare I say, more attractive, in one of those "I-can't-say-why-I-think-he's-cute" ways. It was a fun little show. What DID suck was being lost in Dayton for like 45 minutes beforehand. My stupid little brain equated "Main Street" with "First Street", so I got off at the Main St. exit rather than the First St. exit. Luckily, some miracle allowed me to find my way back. I don't know how it happened. But it did, oddly enough. Thanks to the guy at Walgreen's for finding the phone book for me, even if it was useless.

And that's enough for now. I hope everyone's having a lovely day. (Don't ask me who "everyone" consists of.)

Today was the Renaissance fair. It was a lot of fun.
The top of my chest is very very bright red. I'm very sunburnt.
We saw jousting, I threw knives, Jay threw axes, Anne-Marie was a strong-man, and lots of people ate turkey legs.
I'm now at Jay's. We're going to go do something. Eat, maybe. Throw knives at people?
Um, ok, maybe not.

Earlier I went downstairs at work to pick up something from Jason. I heard noise in the lobby, and went to investigate. There was Russell, Amy, Matt, and Bobby. Evidently, Kevin was gone, and they were a bit bored. Amy was making marker structures, by stacking them. Then she made a pretty arragement. She threw a stress ball at Matt. We decided to play a carnival game of sorts, and attempt to knock down the markers. We were sitting across the room on the couch. It must have taken us 20 tries to knock down two lousy markers. That's how pitifully uncoordinated we are.

Computer Science people will never rule the earth. Not until they can at least learn to play carnival games. Until then, the carnies are destined to be the next ruling class.

So the most inane argument is going on in alt.music.moxy-fruvous. A girl is auctioning a picture on ebay, for a low price. This has caused an outrage on the newsgroup. Everyone's mad that she's making profit on the band. FIRST of all, if she makes any profit off of this transaction, it'll be less than $3. SECOND of all, it's not like she's taking money away from the band. You can't go out there and buy posters of Murray, Jian, Mike, or Dave like they were members of N Sync or something. It's a cute picture, too. And then SOMEONE (*cough* "YOU'RE MISSING MY POINT!") said, "and to be honest, having an 8x10 of a band member seems kind of stalker-ish, unless you have some close personal connection to them - that is, my parents have 8x10s of me and my brother. They don't have 8x10s of musicians they admire." Hi Pot. This is Kettle. You're black. Oh, right. Murray's stalking HIM, I forgot.
And I'm really craving cake right now. Not the group. The food.

So tonight at Rincon's was two-for-one margarita night.
I didn't have any, but everyone else (with the exception of poor, underage Reat) did.
Aimee got a flaming shot for her birthday. It was kinda cool. It was layered, red, clear, and green. The waiter set it on fire, gave her a straw, and said, "stick it in and suck." She did, and it the fire went down with the alcohol. But evidently, she didn't get all the alcohol out, and the glass was still on fire, and the straw kinda caught on fire, and then the table was on fire, and then a napkin. hehe. Luckily, it all got put out without incident. It was funny in the meantime, though. A certain member of our party strongly suggested we should each tip $5. Um. Excuse me? My meal was only $10. I didn't drink anything, and the waiter didn't even bring me the water I asked for. I don't know. I foudn it questionable... tip whatever you want to tip, and be fair. But you don't tell someone how much they should leave. We're all adults. We're not going to stiff the waiter. *shakes head*
Anne decided to go dancing, and was in no condition to drive, so I drove her car back to Heath's with Reat, and Reat gave me a ride home.
And now I'm sleepy. *yawn* 'night.

We're going to Rincon's for dinner, in unofficial celebration of Aimee's long-past birthday.
Anastasia has a gut. Poor cat. It sways back and forth when she walks.
She has a penchant for attacking my teddybear, Phantom. It's amusing. I think she has a vendetta against it.

OK, so what's up in my life?

• Free pizza today, because we finished the Bullard site in a timely manner. The thing might look simple, but it's a huge site. I finished up 20 emails worth of stuff yesterday. Egads. When I came in this morning I asked Kevin (my boss) what I should do. "Just relax." Eh, I've been working anyhow. hehe.
  
  
• Craig comes to visit tomorrow, and then we go to the Renaissance Fair on Saturday, with Jay, Aimee, Anne-Marie, Cheryl, and one of Anne-Marie's friends. I'm going to wear my dress from Tara and Kevin's wedding. It sounds really cool. The festival covers 30 acres. There will be jousting. Whoo hoo. I'm wearing tennis shoes with my medieval dress. How authentic.
  
  
• Sunday Jay and I are going to go see the Push Stars at the Canal Street Tavern in Dayton. We saw them open for Great Big Sea in April, and that was a lot of fun, so it's worth the drive and the big ol' $4 admission price.
  

I've jumped on the bandwagon, I'm afraid.
I now have a blogger, too.