Monday, February 09, 2009


I’ve said it before, but I keep coming back to the fact that I love being able hang out with people I never got a chance to when we were at UConn together.  So many stupid reasons why.  So many bad decisions made.  All of those don’t matter now.  It’s not quite that we’re clinging to something, but being in the UCMB definitely makes for strong connections.  That shared history is awesome at pulling people together no matter what happened back then. It’s not just about reliving old times, either.  To be honest, I don’t think we talked much about college.  UConn didn’t really come into the night until the licking started.  Old habits die hard, I guess. 

Yeah, the licking… I can’t remember how that started, but it’s become something of a weird tradition.  You know you’ve been truly accepted by our little group when your face gets licked.  You have to be special. 

Every day is pick on Vizma day, as well.  This also makes outings a lot of fun. 

I don’t know how many times you can reference “Family Guy”, “Robot Chicken” or say “These are not the ... you are looking for” before it becomes old, but we didn’t hit that limit this weekend.

Pillow fights have also become an important part of any sleepover as is molesting PONY!

I love these guys, I love this life, I love having a husband who trusts me and doesn’t seem to mind when I don’t come home for days…

My life is EXACTLY where it should be, for a change.  Nice to know all my hard work finally paid off.

Posted by Matty on 02/09 at 11:50 AM

One of these things is not like the other…


crazy instrument groupies ::  the warehouse, hartford, ct :: february 7, 2009

Oh. My. 

Where to start?

I drove to CT early on Saturday to get some massive quality time with my little brother before heading into Hartford to watch Instrument play at the Warehouse.  Ever since we met in college, Jeff has definitely been family.  I don’t get to see him much - being grown ups will do that - so it’s all the more special when I get alone time with him.  (Spouses definitely change the dynamic whether you want them to or not…)  There was a deep conversation about stuff I wish he didn’t have to know about / deal with and I helped him set up QuickBooks (again) for his wife’s little business.

When we got to the Warehouse, we were joined by fellow UCMB’ers Brenda, Cathy, Michele, Vizma and Boski. (I still can’t believe Broken Boski still came out to play!  And managed to polka/waltz !)  The night’s activities are still spinning around in my head, but here’s the highlight reel:

I get to go backstage!!!! (Plus, when I was escorted back there, we SKIPPED! w00t for Jonah!)

OMG! I love the haircut!  Too cute.

Take my picture, but I don’t want it to look like I’m posing or anything.

Holy crap, the amount of ass smacking was amazing.  Swollen hands, bruises and tingly tushes all around.

And the licking!  I think everybody got licked at least one.  Some more often than others.  (Damn make-up wearers! BLECH!)

We’re going to Dallas!

Vizma!    Vizma! Vizma!    Vizma!

Apparently, at some point, there was a turf war over me.  I know, I don’t get it either.  (“He says that he brought you, but you’re MINE!  You were my friend first!  I mean, it’s cool that you’re friends with the band and all, but I knew you first.” *pout*)

Um, harmonization between Ben & Derek aroused Jeff.  (And no, Jeff and I do not want to sleep with the same band member. *ahem*)  There was also a joke about a tattoo, but I don’t remember the punch line.

Reminding everyone to please confirm their Vizma…

Ladies, the ball cap/Chuck Taylors/neck tie/button down shirt combo gets you all kinds of attention.  I might actually try looking like a girl for the next show…

Brenda drew the “s” in, but Michele made it thick.

Hooker! Penis! Vizma!

That group that you’re a part of - what’s it called? No, not the band! Heh.  You said “unit.”

Take your sister to the corner and… (Yeah, yeah, short and sweet.)

The Tiger is six days before my birthday.  No, after.  Oh, shit.  Drink!

Um.  Wow.  That was kind of obvious… (but VERY appreciated!)

I’m going to have a girl on each side!  No, I’m going to have all three girls.  See you later!  //  You should sleep over at my place instead of his.

I have a king sized bed.  Plenty of room for the four of us.


Dude, it vibrates!

I woke up with the pony and a pack of gum.

Pancakes on fire! / Hot butter burns! / NO! DON’T PUT IT THERE!

How many jokes can you make about a guy and his pussy?

We delivery!

See, everything we say comes back to tv / the internet / facebook…


Posted by Matty on 02/09 at 12:18 AM