Gosh, that last post was a lot of rambling. Sorry about that. I'm still trying to put together my thoughts for the finale (sniff!), but at some point (eventurally), I'll post them here.
This past weekend, Anne and I drove down to LA to visit Justin and Brian. We pretty much did jack shit - Justin purchased an ice cream machine the day before, so most of the time, we just sat around the apartment with Sonia and Carrie, constantly drinking champagne, making and eating ice cream and bread. Oh, and cheese, of course. Isn't that awesome? Although, if it hadn't been overcast, I would've insisted on going to the beach. We did manage to leave the apartment twice (other than walking Rusty the dog). On Sunday, we moseyed on down to the Third Street Promenade and window shopped, but on Saturday... well, on Saturday, after a trip to the Cheese Store, Anne and I uh, ventured out to Hollywood and uh... enjoyed a Ghost of the Robot show at the Knitting Factory. I was kinda ashamed to fess up to purchasing tickets beforehand, but you know, we actually had a pretty good time. When Zack learned of our plans, he shook his head and tsked me. Justin raised his eyebrows, and gave me his "you've got to be shitting me" laugh. Not that I blame either of them. But you know, they weren't nearly as bad as I thought they would be. Then again, I was expecting them to be nails-on-a-chalkboard-have-to-leave-the-room-godawful heinous. And the libations consumed before, after and during probably helped. Yes, it's Spike's band. Kinda like a poor man's (or woman's) Dogstar. Yes, there were mostly female Buffy fans in attendance. I suspect some may have been throwing uhhh... articles of clothing on stage. There were only about 4 men... and they all had bleached hair. No, he can't sing. But he tries. It was actually kinda endearing. He seemed really embarrassed and shy about all the female attention and screaming. One of the bandmembers brought up the insanity of the ebay auction, and he actually ducked behind the bassist to hide. Okay, it was really endearing. Throughout the show, Anne and I kept turning to each other and giggling. "Look! It's Spike! He's not really dead! He looks exactly the same as he does on Buffy! Wow, he's really 41? He's rocking out. God, he can't sing, can he? Geez, he's really kinda dorky... but it's kinda cute!"
After the show, we teased the shit out of each other about it. "You have a crush on him! You looooove him. You looooove Spike!" "Shut up! I sooooo do not! It's you! You want to marry him and have his babies!" Of course, the gin and tonics we pounded during the show probably contributed to our maturity level and state of mind, but sod it all, we had a blast. We wound up purchasing the cd and t-shirts ("they need water and new drumsticks!), and would consider seeing them again, but not for more than 15 bucks. ('Cause if it's 20 bucks, that's like, a show and a drink!)