Word of the day: DANK

By definition, in the old school dictionary, this word means:

“disagreeably damp or humid; chilly; moist; clammy.”

However, The Man and I were presented with a different definition entirely, last evening, at the end of our adventure. While riding the elevator up to our hotel room after seeing The Dave Matthews Band in concert in Irvine, a guy sharing the ride with us says “Man, is that you two? Are you really that DANK?” Shocked, The Man replies “What?!!!” And the other guy says, “You smell like you smoke a lot of weed.” I started laughing, and as we walked out of the elevator, said “Um….no. We just came from the DMB show.”

So, we now know that DANK in that context, is, according to the Urban Dictionary an expression frequently used by stoners and hippies for something of high quality.”  Score one for Team Mom & Dad….lol 🙂

That was just the END of the night though. We learned a few other things along the way. Mind you, this was not our first DMB show. We are huge fans; me much more so that The Man, as I have been following Dave since I was in college, over a decade ago. Wait…did I just admit that out loud? Oops. Anyway, it had been a long time since we had been to THAT venue.

Here are a few useful tips we gathered, like the crumbs left for Hansel & Gretel. Make note, they may come in handy when you decide to have a concert date night, and relive your younger years. LOL.

1. If you stay at a hotel, make sure it’s within reasonable walking distance to the venue.

2. If your hotel is not within walking distance, DO NOT take a cab to the concert. Just accept that you can’t imbibe in any spirits, suck it up, and drive.

3. The old sports injuries involving your knees and feet, will flare up under the strain of excessive walking. Guaranteed.

4. The other 85,000 people who are also waiting for a cab at midnight in the middle of nowhere, couldn’t care less that you are limping. Every man for himself.

5.  Offering to pay triple for a cab that someone else called for a pick up doesn’t work. Cabbies are surprisingly loyal.

6. Expect to be told how “dank” you smell after the show, if you have been surrounded by many hippies lost in their happy place. Don’t looked shocked, because that instantly makes you very uncool.

7. Don’t spend the extra money per ticket for entrance into the “VIP lounge” if it’s optional. The drinks are not complimentary, but rather, more expensive, and the catering sucks. Big time.

8. It IS possible to ruin lo mein noodles, and transform them into something resembling a spear that could be used as a deadly weapon. I realized this while eating in the “VIP Lounge”. Yuck.

9. If you have given birth more than once, carry extra undies. No matter what, if you have to pee so bad you are crossing your legs and hopping up and down, the lines to ALL the restrooms will be wrapped around the building. At that point, there are 3 acceptable options: say a prayer, find a bush or wet your pants. (I went with the 4th, usually unthinkable option: have your husband block the door to the men’s room, cover your eyes while passing the urinals, and head straight for the empty stall. I was in and out in less than a minute. True story.

10. You know John Mayer’s career is officially over when venue employees are trying to sell tickets to an upcoming show for $20, and nobody bites. Everyone was more interested in the free “Colgate Wisps” being handed out.

Hope you had as much fun reading this as I did living it. Got another show at the Hollywood Bowl tomorrow night, so stay tuned!!!

 

 

Life summary

Received an email from one of my sisters…I have 3….this morning. It made me smile all over my face, so I thought I’d share. Enjoy!

Great Truths Little Children Learn:

1. No matter how hard you try, you can’t baptize cats.

2. When your mom is mad at your dad, don’t let her brush your hair.

3. If your sibling hits you, don’t hit back. The second offender always gets caught.

4. Never ask your 3-year old brother to hold a tomato.

5. You can’t trust dogs to watch your food.

6. Don’t sneeze when someone is cutting your hair.

7. Never hold a Dust Buster and a cat at the same time.

8. You can’t hide a piece of broccoli in a glass of milk.

9. Don’t wear polka-dot underwear with white shorts.

10. The best place to be when you are sad is Grandma’s lap.

Great Truths Adults Learn:

1. Raising teenagers is like nailing jelly to a tree.

2. Wrinkles don’t hurt.

3. Families are like fudge. Mostly sweet, with a few nuts.

4. Today’s mighty oak is just yesterday’s nut that held its ground.

5. Laughing is good exercise. It’s like jogging on the inside.

6. Middle age is when you choose your cereal for the fiber, not the toy.

Great Truths About Growing Old:

1. Growing old is mandatory. Growing up is not.

2. Forget health food. I need all the preservatives I can get.

3. When you fall down, you wonder what else you can do while you’re down there.

4. You’re getting old when you get the same sensation from a rocking chair that you once got from a roller coaster.

5. It’s frustrating when you know all the answers, but nobody bothers to ask you the questions.

6. Time may be a great healer, but it’s a lousy beautician.

7. Wisdom comes with age, but sometimes age comes alone.

The Four Stages of Life:

1. You believe in Santa Claus.

2. You don’t believe in Santa Claus.

3. You are Santa Claus.

4. You look like Santa Claus.

Success:

At age 4, success is not piddling in your pants.

At age 12, success is having friends.

At age 17, success is having a driver’s license.

At age 35, success is having money.

At age 50, success is having money.

At age 70, success is having a driver’s license.

At age 75, success is having friends.

At age 80, success is not piddling in your pants.

Fender bender.

Got into one yesterday. Picture this…. During rush hour traffic yesterday, The Beans and I are in the family truckster sitting at the bottom of an off-ramp, preparing to turn right onto my desired road. Lady in BRAND NEW Toyota Camry is stopped in front of me. She lets off the gas and moves forward, pulling onto the road…..or so I think. I look left to double check that it’s clear, let off my gas slightly and roll forward……RIGHT INTO HER BUMPER!! Yes, folks, she stopped again, while I had my head turned.  So I speed around her and take off….LOL. I’M KIDDING. Pulled off into a dirt patch just to the right. I get out and approach her car. What I find is a little Korean lady behind the wheel, with her head in her hands. Tap, tap, tap on the window.  She opens the door and says, “You hit my car. You understand? It’s new car.” I say, “I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize you’d stopped again. There doesn’t appear to be any damage. Are you okay?” We walk to the back of the car and she points out what is the equivalent of a DOOR DING on her bumper (see pic below), and there is not so much as a scratch anywhere else, nor is there any damage to my tank. “You see this? You do this to my new car. You understand, it’s your fault” she says. With that, a light bulb goes off in my head! She’s done this before, knows the drill, and is trying to make me say it’s my fault. Well, I am prepped and ready to switch from sweet young mom with Southern drawl, to full on Southern Bitch if necessary. I mean, it’s a DING, for crying out loud. Build a bridge and get over it!! Luckily it didn’t get fiery. I simply replied, “I understand you stopped short in front of me, and I can see a ding in your bumper. Let’s exchange information.” Thirty minutes later, I have H.K.’s number with photos of her DINGED BUMPER, and she has every piece of info about me, just short of what color my underwear was (black, btw)! Although I was rattled, The Man was not even phased by the info when I told him. He cracked open some vino and said let the insurance companies duke it out. That’s why we pay them, right? But for the record, if you stop short in front of someone, for no reason (or you have an Obama/Biden bumper sticker on your car) you deserve to get dinged. Just sayin’.

It occurred to me this morning…

…..you have no idea who I am. Unless of course you are one of my circle, and have been directed here.  I’ve not mentioned my name (and I don’t plan to just yet), but I do think it’s fitting to put faces with….um….personalities. So, go ahead. Be a voyeur.

Here I am with The Man. You’ll hear a lot about him. For example, this photo was taken in New Orleans, recently. It’s one of his favorite places.

These are The Beans. Obviously, we have our hands full. I mean, LOOK AT THEM!! You’ll hear exponentially more about them, because I spend 95% of my time with them. Besides, I couldn’t fabricate most of the stories that come out of a day with them, and I’ll need to share. Laughter is good for the soul. So stay tuned.

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