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I am having the most fabulous weekend, I just thought I would stop and share it with you.

First of all, I am wearing my latest clothing purchase, which I got on sale at Goody's as part of my neverending quest for the perfect sleepwear. That's right, I have on blue crushed velvet pajamas covered with shiny silver stars, because I am all about the divine decadence, darling.

To begin: E.L. and I had been planning to go and see They Might Be Giants down in Jax for, well, ever since they announced the show. Well, he was on an extended trip and didn't think he'd be back until today, Saturday, and the show was last night. So I got a call from him at 2pm yesterday saying he was leaving for home at that minute and he would call be at 8pm. At 8 pm he called from Macon, GA, about five hours from Jax. I didn't expect to see him until today. I was disappointed, but I got my mom and we went down to the show.

We thought it would start around 9, but we waited til 9:30 just for the opening act. Then the Giants came on about 11 with the worst sound mix I've ever heard. The bass and drums were so loud I was nauseated. Everyone was covering their ears but they just kept playing. My mom fled to the bathroom and after hearing "Particle Man" and "Birdhouse in Your Soul", I went and got her and we left.

A block away from the theater, we were crossing the street when someone started honking from a jeep that was turning. I shot them a bird behind my back and kept walking. Then I heard someone yelling my name; it was E.L!!! The crazy s.o.b. had made the five hour trip in three hours!!!

Well, my mom left and I went in with him, still not sure if I was seeing a ghost. By this time, they had fixed the sound and we rocked out in the balcony for the rest of the show. It was even more incredible than I thought it would be. In the middle of "She's Actual Size" they stopped and said something like, "This drum solo will be monitored for quality control. To hear him play like John Bonham, press or say one." And so on with Charlie Watts, Ringo, the guy from Grand Funk Railroad who was mad on Behind the Music, and about 7 other drummers before they finished the song at a real slow tempo. They hooked a radio to the PA and played some stations, then started jamming with the top 40 station and turned it into one of their songs. They have a "psychedelic" children's album coming out, one that "some children will understand". Oh, and I didn't know that was them doing the Malcolm in the Middle song! They did two encores at the end. The first time they left, everyone started chanting "Istanbul! Istanbul!" cause they hadn't played it. But the first encore came and went and they left. More chanting. Then they came out and sang a song individually thanking members in the audience, "the guy in the Adidas hat, the girl who's ready for the chickenfight", etc. So finally they played a rip-roaring version of "Istanbul Not Constantinople" and ended the show with "Fingertips"!!!! I laughed my ass off.

Then I had early morning clients. Background: a woman called me Thursday and said she was having trouble with her intertibial band and would like six appointments over the next three weeks. I saw her that night; she came in limping horribly and left walking after I fixed her up. Then she and her husband came in this morning. She got an hour, he got an hour and a half, then he put me on the table and massaged me! And paid full price and tipped me $20, then she made her next appointment before leaving!

I'm rich! Is there a hot young guy out there who needs a sugar mama? Must like glam, tattoos, and uppity women.

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