Once again its on. Thanks to my crazy amiga Raquel, I was able to get pre-sale tickets to the Rage show. Nevermind that we are surviving on beans and tortillas but I went out on a limb and bought my tickets. I wouldn't do this for any other band but Rage. From what I hear, this is a once in a lifetime deal. I'm just hoping that all the little knuckleheads that are going to be buckwild during the show, open up their ears and listen to the message. It's not just about mosh pits and socking people up.My sister laughed when she heard we all (bro and his wife, stepbro and his babymama) got our tickets. Okay, so we aren't spring chickens anymore. But we can hang. She said she was willing to go just to watch us all. Geez, am I that old? *coughcough*
Until then I will continue to dwell in the land of little ones with drippy boogers, squishy butts, around the clock nebulizer treatments for Deg-o's asthma, coughing in my face and all over my food, and three sets of pink, inflamed, gooey, contagious eyes. Yep, three with pink eye. Oh, its as lovely as it sounds. I caught Cyan wiping his eyes twice on the kitchen dishtowel. I almost had a heart attack. Not to mention all the bedding that needs to be washed so they can't reinfect themselves. And who do you think will no doubt get it, even though I have washed my hands with antibacterial soap so much my knuckles are as cracked and dry as an old man. Yep, me. Good times, people, good times. Now you know why I can't wait for April.
So me and Raquel were trying to think up ways we could offset the costs of the concert tickets. Those whoremongers over at Ticketmaster tacked on another $16 to an $85 ticket. Sheeeesh. We have a few good ideas brewing. Put two intelligent and crafty Latinas together and you got yourself some trouble. Here is a peek of some stuff I made a few months ago. Raquel has more ideas too.
Tell me what you think about this stuff. Hopefully we can generate some cash from this. 'Cause dare I say it, I am getting tired of those beans and tortillas.
