running through my head...
Man...thank goodness I still like Pearl Jam. Cause if I didn't...I'd be screwed.
Scratch that...I'd be rich.
The over-enthusiasm I had for the band in my youth is definitely catching up with me.
Maybe it doesn't look so "impressive" in this shot. But believe me; it's "impressive." And it doesn't include a pile of baby-t's and a couple of hoodies. That looks like it should be the entire contents of my closet. Nooooo...it's just my stupid Pearl Jam t-shirt collection. And to think: I didn't buy ANY shirts on the Riot Act tour. The last PJ concert I went to that I bought a t-shirt at was Bridge 2001. Or maybe I bought a shirt at those 2002 Seattle shows (though I can't recall). The last shirt I bought from the Ten Club was the yellow baby-doll t-shirt (hands down the best girl shirt PJ has put out). OH SHIT. I'm a liar: I bought two baby-dolls at the VFC shows last fall. What a lapse of judgement that was. I now wear them to Jazzercise.
I am glad I never did buy a "LBC" shirt. It's existance always irked me. I don't know why. Maybe because I "joined" the tour well into it's kickoff and dweebs all over the shit were wearing the LBC shirt. I was like, "Wow...I didn't know there was such a buzz about the LBC..."
Anyway, I'm straying from my initial thoughts.
So my decade plus obsession with the band had to start at such an impressionable young age did it? WHY? Not only do I have all these t-shirts (most XL, mind you, because I thought that was my size) but it never once occurred to me as I purchased a poster to every show that I attended that I needed wallspace to put up all these posters. After attending 54 shows, I can say that I have an abundance of posters. More than anyone ever needs. But when I was 17 years old...19 years old...22 years old...I never once stopped to think, "Where are these all gonna go?" Because at that point, they went into "storage" to be dealt with in the "future." Gee, thanks myself.
So now it's time to be mature about this. I don't really want to part with the t-shirts because they were such a part of me when I was in high school. I can still remember what it really meant to me to get a t-shirt. The posters...(I'm physically shaking my head)...yeah (and speaking of the posters; last chance to grab any of my posters, I am going to start posting them on, gasp, eBay this week).
I am so happy next weekend is a three-day weekend. If a miracle occurs, I'm going to try and make it a four-day weekend. But I do not see that happening. I am supposed to go attend a meeting on the other side of the state on Thursday and I'm not so sure "weaseling" my way out of work on Friday is good for me. I don't want to come back on Tuesday and be super stressed out. We'll see...
Oh...and not to keep Pearl Jamming the hell out of this entry (because really, I hardly ever think about Pearl Jam on a daily basis)...but today marks 7 years since Alpine Valley the first night...on the Yield Tour. That's some crazy shit.
Ok I gots nothing else to talk about...
