Distance Makes the Heart Grow Fonder

I hear a lot of people say this about their significant others, but it's never worked out so well for me. All my long distance relationships have ended in disaster. It's never been this way with platonic friendships. Either we stop talking altogether, or we just get along better. Anyway, it sums up this entire trip with every high school friend I've spent time with during.

Julie is a must see whenever I visit California. She's like my sister, and, although we probably couldn't be more different, my best friend. I can tell her anything and she wouldn't judge me, even if she'd probably judge everyone else that did the same things. She went with me to a party where there was drinking and hookah and it's totally not her scene but she stuck around for a little bit anyway. She'll still talk to me like a normal person when I'm drunk and wouldn't see me any differently. Therefore, I have to single her out. She's a JEWEL HAHA GET IT?! because...Julie? Jewel-y? That's something she might find funny.

Another person that really stuck out was Jacky. Jacky and I have had our ups and downs throughout high school, a lot of them. Last we talked, we were arguing and we actually never resolved whatever issue we had. However, when we saw each other at Jarel's party, we were just so excited we didn't care and I can't even remember what we even used to fight about. I hadn't really hung out with her in almost two years! Who cares what happened in high school. The only thing that mattered is that we were once friends, and the good times, and we stuck by each other all night (even when we knocked down all the hookah and burned Jarel's wood floor oops).

A lot of people asked me "You're hanging out with Nico...why?" Why not? "Didn't he hurt you really bad?" or "Weren't you guys...you know?" Wow, they honestly remember that? Thanks for reminding me man. Okay...okay. I remember it too, but I'm the only one who should! I mean, I still have some bitter feelings whenever I listen to Meg and Dia's album "Here, Here, and Here" because it brings me back to all that negativity. I listened to that album as an escape from all that drama. It was...what, three years ago? I'm over it. He wasn't a good...you know, whatever it was, but he's a good friend. He's a fun dude, and I'd like to hang out with him more when I'm in California, because I skipped out on that my last two visits.

Lastly, Matthew Grey. Do I need to even get into that. I was mad at him for a stupid reason a week before I left for California and I didn't even say sorry about it until we stopped by his house when we couldn't think of anywhere else to hang out. Only reason why he was a last resort was because I was mad at him, otherwise we would've been there earlier. I thought it over in the car and decided it was stupid so we hugged and made up. I appreciate how he watched out for me at the parties we went to or the nightly 3am visits while I was drinking all that nasty Coors Light or getting high as heck. He's gonna be one of my best friends forever unless he does something weird, like, kill my family or something.

I love them all and the rest my friends so much. I deleted a lot of the people I ran into that week off Facebook previously because I thought, "I'm in New Mexico, I'm never going to see them again, who cares about them because I know they don't care about me." The last part might be true but I honestly do love them all so much. And not just them. My mom, Aubrey and Greg. I miss them daily and I want to keep them as long as I can until they start getting me involved in their crystal meth schemes. I don't want to get shot 4 times by a mexican drug cartel pair of cousins.

Sorry, too much Breaking Bad lately.

That week was the happiest I've been in a while, which really says something. That maybe I don't belong in Albuquerque. As happy as I was to be accepted to the Veterinary Technology program for this upcoming fall, it probably wasn't anywhere near as happy as I was that week.

xoxo
Angie

Dia Frampton at the House of Blues in Anaheim

Dia & I at the House of Blues in Anaheim

Hiiiii! So, in my last blog I said I'd blog about the Dia Frampton show in Anaheim after my nap, but I got caught up in things. For like, a week. So, sorry about that.  Not much to say about the show. It was pretty amazing, equally as amazing as the show in Santa Fe. Although it wasn't as personal, it was evened out by the fact that she loved my stuffed Chandler doll I made her and Meg and how she sang more songs that were on the album. Also, I got to go with four of my very best friends Julie, Tia, Wesley, and Alyssa. Lots of dancing and singing along and being resentful to Wesley for having a birthday so early in the year. I would have liked a taste of some Long Island.

Tia, Me, Wesley, Alyssa, Julie

I look tired in both pictures because I'd been up the entirety of the train ride to California, which was a total of 15 freezing hours. I don't get how the other passengers slept, or maybe it's my poor blood temperature control. Anyway, I was almost sure I got frostbite. Bring blankets on overnight trips guys.

Right when I got off the train, I was surprised to see Julie with Greg picking me up. I was half expecting her because my mom had already told me she might be coming, but her tweet that morning said she woke up too early and she was going back to sleep. Lies, all lies! It was a pleasant surprise, however. We went to IHOP where I'd met Julie's gay boyfriend, Gabathor, who worked there, and who was also taking us to the show while he spent precious time at Disneyland (no, I'm not jealous at all). Then I went home, took a half hour nap, and then it was straight to Dia's concert after picking up Tia & Alyssa.

My next blog will be more about my trip to California, which I will start right now. I promise!

xoxo

Angie

Dia Frampton at Santa Fe Sol

Hello! It's been a while since I've written here. A lot has happened in the last week! It's going to be hard to summarize everything.

It starts with a trip to Santa Fe to finally see Dia Frampton and the rest of the band perform for the first time in my life. Now, I've never seen them live because I was never really the type to go to concerts. I've appreciated them from the confines of my earphones listening to each and every song I had from Meg and Dia. However, now that I have a car, my license, and my appreciation for them grew into something more as a source of inspiration (and fangirliness) there wasn't a single reason that I shouldn't go.

When we got there, I spotted Carlo and Jimmy aka "Not-Meg" or "Nutmeg" automatically. Alex and I sat in a chair and I sort of just looked at them talking to each other. Creeper, right?! I didn't know if I would bother them by talking to them. No one else came up to them and they were just sitting there in the open. No one but me was even looking at them. It turned into a different story once we got inside. Once again, they were standing in the back and no one was paying any attention to them, even when Dia was with them just drinking her beer with Carlo. I sat there wondering if I was the only one who even knew who they were. Had Alex not taken my phone away and pushed me toward them, I probably wouldn't have talked to them at all, but I did.

Carlo actually spoke to me first. "Are you Angelica, or Angie or something like that?" "Yes, wait, how did you know?" he told me he saw my Twitter, and that he reads his mentions all the time. I thought, oh no, I hope he doesn't remember the time I jokingly asked him to make out with me. Hahhha. Dia interrupted by grabbing the 3 chandler robots hanging around my neck and asked, "Can I take a picture of you? I want to send this to Meg, she'll love it!" I can honestly say, I didn't feel starstruck or dumbfounded. I didn't feel speechless or that my breath was getting caught inside my throat, or any of that. It felt really natural talking to them, and, as Dia likes to say, "organic." Like they were just people I was meeting at a party. I didn't see Jonathan until the show started, and Dia explained when she got on stage that her drummer, Nick, had family things going on. Everyone knows Meg is on break, but I was really neutral about Jimmy, who was standing in another corner watching Xenia while I was talking to Dia and Carlo. Afterwards, we left them alone to get some beer and that's when they were crowded by a bunch of people.

Once they got on stage, I can't explain how great the show was. There was much interaction with the audience, it's the first show I really danced at, she ended the night with a love song (during which in the middle of she pointed to me and Alex and said "You guys are so damn cute!"). Alex and I agreed at the end of the night that it was the most satisfying show we've both ever been to, which says a lot because we've both been to a lot of shows. It felt more personal, like a local show due to the small size of the audience, but I preferred it over seeing her at the very popular House of Blues in Anaheim, which I will write about after this nap.

xoxo

Angie