This is the Story of a Girl...

Last night Jim and I made our way into the city for the Michael Tolcher concert. We got to Penn and waited in line for our cab - we should've known something wasn't quite right when the people who got out of it before us said, "He's new and doesn't know where we want to go." I would've waited for another one, but the Taxi Nazi who controls the line in front of Penn probably would've deafened me with his damn whistle if I didn't get in.

After getting to the Village, he pulls over and takes out his map. Never a good sign. He starts driving for a few more blocks... and then we get to the Holland Tunnel. So then he stops again, looks at the map, drives in a city-block circle, looks at the map again, all while the meter is still running. FINALLY Jim takes the map away from him and has to point to where we want to go. Then we were stuck in traffic so we were finally just like, "It's ok, we'll get out here." He tried to tell us he knew where he was going now and was like, "Only 5 more blocks!" But we got out and it ended up being more like 9 blocks, but whatever. Don't drive a cab if you don't know where ANYTHING is!

The Bowery Ballroom is a cool place for a concert - big enough so that it's not claustrophobic but small enough so that even if you're in the back you have a pretty good view. We got there a little late after the cab debacle and so we missed the first act, but got there as Ingram Hill was starting. They were really good (I just ordered their CD this morning) and it doesn't hurt that their lead singer is hoooot.

Michael Tolcher only has one CD out, but he played every song off of it - and was even running around the floor dancing during one song. I ♥ him.

While Ingram Hill was still on stage, Jim and I recognized two of the guys from Michael Tolcher's band walking around the floor and pointed them out to Jane. Right after Ingram Hill was done, Michael Tolcher walked right past us and I was like, "THAT'S HIM!" He turned around when he heard me and said Hey but I felt like such a moron. So smooth.

We also saw the lead singer of Ingram Hill as we were coming back from the bathroom and later on he walked past us and Jane poked him. Jim was the only civilized one who told him he had a great show. :) But it was a lot of fun, both bands were really good.

Today Jim and I both took off from work and went to see Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. I liked it, but Johnny Depp and the Oompa Loompas both kinda freaked me out. And what happened to the whole Slugworth part? We also snuck into to see Batman Begins afterwards - it was pretty good and I managed to keep my drooling over Christian Bale to a minimum. :P

Oooh and we stopped at McD's for lunch and I started to walk up when it was my turn. This 5-year old kid behind me was like, "Hey! It's MY turn!" and then the brat HIT ME! I was so tempted to punt that kid across the room, but instead I just gave him and his mother my patented death glare. Little jerk. I hope they spit in his happy meal.