Rep the streets you ride on.

Wah after the Ides of March I kind of fell off of the blogging wagon. Well let me just fix that with a really long post!
This week just so happens to be my birthday week. My cousins/friends and I had a small but really fun early sort of party last Friday since they will all be busy/out of town for my actual birthday. It was fun and involved lots of guacamole and queso and tacos and daquiris. And a Justin Timbercake. You see, there is nothing in the world that can compare to a Justin Timbercake on one's birthday. It was the best I'm-not-30-yet birthday cake I've ever seen!
On Saturday my friend and I decided that we would go rock climbing at an indoor place in Lafayette. I have never done that before sooo..well I was scared. Because I'm a baby and scared of everything. (I read this thing one time that said that if you teach your kids that fear-like of heights or extreme things- is an exciting feeling instead of a scary feeling, then they may not be as scared to try new things like that in life..I might try this with my kids one day because I'm such a fraidy cat!) So yeah, the first time I climbed like 3 feet off the floor and looked down and immediately freaked out and told Ethan to "LET ME DOWN LET ME DOWN NOW." Of course, he climbed to the top because he likes to do scary things and isn't a wus like me!! I tried again and made it-a little-higher. The third time I tried, I almost made it to the top. I had a tiny freak out moment when I realized that one of the rocks that I needed to place my foot on was missing..I sort of just stared at the wall for like 3 minutes. Then looked to my right, and there was a 5 year old scaling the wall like Spiderman..looked to my left, and there was an even younger boy doing the same thing. Yeah, I was on the kid's wall. So what, who cares! I made it (almost) to the top before I freaked out to come down. It was very hard. My arms were hurting so bad and were shaking because my upper body is so weak. My back and neck were even sore! We then went to the Crawfish Festival in Breaux Bridge, which was one of the worst experiences in my life. Rude people..bad food..just not a great experience.
On Monday night, my sister in law took me to see one of my favorite bands of all times, P.O.D. We found out about the show pretty last minute..and it was in Shreveport. So I managed to get off early and leave at about 3. We finally got there at about 7:30 after a few stops on the way (one may have been to a shoe store..because who wears sandals to a rock show where you might lose a toe or 7?? Crystal. That's who.) We went into the venue, which was a smoky bar/pool hall..and found the stage in the back. We were the only ones standing there. From this point on Crystal would not allow me to move because she just knew 500 people would run through the door at that very moment and push her out of her spot while I was in the bathroom or getting water. No one came. For like 20 more minutes. Then a very nice ginger boy came and stood by us..and I could tell what he was up to, but Crystal loves to find out people's life stories and fears and hopes and joys, so she had long conversations with him while I nodded my head and pretended to listen (the boy then told me I was beautiful and many other things throughout the whole show..wouldn't let his friend stand by my because I was "his friend", and then attempted to trade me P.O.D.'s set list for my phone #, after I clearly told him before the show that it was mines.)
So yeah..the only bad part about standing on the front row at a show is that you have to stand through all of the bands until the people you came to see come on. The first band included: A latino guitar playing screamer, a very skinny bassist that wore a batman shirt, batman beanie, and batman headphones, a chubby jersey wearing Fred Durst rapper, an Aaron Gillespie look-a-like on the drums, a mixed singer who had a baby voice (kind of like cocarosie but it was a male..), and a guy with a turntable...? I was so confused. It was bad. The second band had really dumb songs, but the singer had an amazing voice, and the guitar player was unreal..he was pretty gross, but he played the guitar with someone's cowboy boot..he was really really good.
I don't really know why I am making this story so long..but yeah..POD finally came out and Crystal and I were ready, both wearing our Whosoever T shirts..the singer pretty much immediately noticed and said "Nice shirts!" I probably almost died. It turns out that not many people knew every single song they sing..oh, but we do. It was so fun..The singer handed each of us the mic to sing parts of the songs..he gave us his water bottle after he had taken a sip..they pretty much paid attention to us the whole time and everyone was jealous and we liked that a lot. I also think that the keyboard player has amazing dreds and we thought he would get them stuck in the keys because he was so crazy. And I really would probably love to marry him. But ya know. They even sang both of our favorite songs.  After the show we stalked their bus, like usual, and waited for them to come out. They were super nice..they loved that we knew all of the songs and said they were watching us the whole time "rocking out" (I hate when people say that, but I made an exception this one time). We talked to everyone in the band and Sonny (the singer) asked to take a picture with us for his twitter (EEK!! It ended up on twitter and fb and IG EEEEk!!). We then squealed the whole way to the car and talked non stop for 4 hours while eating lots of junk food until we got home.
Again, I'm not sure why I made this post go on..I was actually going to write about something else..but I fear that I may have bored you all to death if you have even made it this far..so yeah.
Tomorrow night I'm having dinner with my friends from college, and Saturday I'm going to see The Great Gatsby (YAY!!) and going to another friend's house for my actual birthday. Then Sunday is Mother's Day and family bday dinner time. Excited for the weekend!