A Faithful Man

On Tuesday night I took perhaps the best study break in the history of study breaks: an outing to see Lee Fields and the Expressions in concert at the Masquerade. Lee Fields is listed under the R&B/Soul genre on iTunes. He delivers. The man glittered under the lighting on stage, wearing a metallic silver suit. Textbook crazy eyes? He's got 'em. Every time the song lyrics mentioned "ladies", he'd point to those of us on the first few rows. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I do believe I made eye contact and was pointed at by Mr. Fields. After his song about all the lovely ladies, he asked a gal on the front row for her name, she gave it, and he responded, "I betchyo man is pleeeased." He asked another gal for her name, she gave it, he responded, "I betchyo man is sssatisfied." Obviously, Lee has the pipes to be a soul singer, but he also has some of the wickedest dance moves I've ever seen. He must have done at least seven double pirouettes in the course of one song, with intricate footwork and little kicks in between. The man is a star. The silver suit jacket came off halfway through his set, and when he came back on stage to sing an encore, he had taken off his shirt as well and only wore a shiny, red, damask vest. Swag.

Molly, who exactly attends Lee Fields concerts other than weirdos like you? Well, first off I'd like to point out that I have friends who happen to be weirdos like me and are game to follow my whims every once and a while (and probably now more often since this one ended up so amazing). Other than that, though, the Lee Fields crowd is a diverse set. Some old folks hanging around the periphery, some 30-40 somethings jiving in the thick of things, some trendy 20 somethings with strange clothing and matted hair. One elderly Asian man in a subtle wolf sweatshirt walked up and down the length of the front of the stage, taking pictures using the viewfinder of his digital camera. One 30 something black man bopped back and forth to the beat while eating some chicken fingers. Two identical looking, 4'5"-ish, plump black women in hoodies and beanies danced all night long and were occasionally joined in their groove by short, elderly white men. A good time was definitely had by all.

After the show, Lee came out to the merch table and signed anything that was purchased. I got my CD signed and asked for a picture with the legend. He said, "Oh yes, let's do that. Let's do that."  We did that. And guess what? Lee is a thumbs-upper, just like yours truly. What a guy.

I have to say, probably the reason I enjoyed this concert so much is the extremely high ridiculous factor of the whole night. It's no secret that I love the ridiculous. It's by far and away my favorite thing in the world. And Molly at a crazy-eyed R&B/Soul/Funk concert with dancing maybe twins and old people is pretty dang ridiculous, don't you think?

Progress

Ladies and gentlemen, I would just like to mention that I've been trying this new thing called "getting ready" for the past three mornings. In this aforementioned "getting ready", I put together actual human clothes, different than those I slept in, into actual human outfits. I brush my hair. I put multiple shades of eyeshadow on my eyelids with brushes that are entirely too small for my orangutan hands and use my fingertips to blend them together. It is an age of progress, indeed. And this progress has not gone unnoticed by the powers that be, seeing as I found an exact replica of a pair of boots I've been eyeing but too stingy to purchase at DSW (I know, I know...) at Target for nine dolla. NINE DOLLA.

From now on I will be expecting my all of my good behavior to be rewarded with boots.

That is all.

My Room

"Woah! I'm surrounded by Star Wars! This is awesome! An Arrested Development poster!? This is awesome!"

Well, y'all, I'm officially the coolest kid on the block. Because that was an actual exclamation of an actual person upon entering my actual room. He's not the been the only one to remark on the amount of 7th grade boy paraphernalia scattered around, either. Of course, with Halloween just around the bend there were some extra costumes and masks lying around, but they just supplemented the permanent Han Solo, Princess Leia, and TIE fighter action figures, Episode V coffee mug, and Star Wars sheets revealed by my unmade bed.

We roomies have a saying that surfaces quite often 'round The Asylum: any act of quirkiness can and will be called out as "crankin' up the nerd dial - buhdoop buhdoop buhdoop!" Let's just say my nerd dial requires infinite settings. And, yeah, I am kind of bragging about that and about my choice of room decor, but this is my blog so I get to brag about whatever I want. thug lyfe. I also carried things around at Target today and didn't take them back to their proper sections when I decided I didn't want them. ultra thug lyfe. And I totally balled at midfielder during Dynamo's first intramural soccer game, which we totally lost, but not too badly. And I ate at Tin Drum for both lunch and dinner. So, yeah, that "coolest kid on the block" thing was not a drill.

clever and catchy

It's time to play "What's Been Hanging Out in Molly's Backpack". I did a clean out of my front backpack pocket this week, then made a mental note to do clean outs more often. Here's what I found: Ayn Rand's Anthem, my beloved TI-Nspire, koozie wrapped camera, letters from home, nuclear wallet card, Tide-To-Go I got from Madi for high school graduation with the original message, 2 forks borrowed from the Student Center food court, toothbrush and floss, Burt's Bees cuticle cream, headphones, headband, orange, camera cord, crossword puzzles, planner, GTL emergency phone numbers, Swiss army knife, Burt's Bees lip balm, two pink erasers, a plethora of pens, Kleenex, ibuprofen, two USB drives, two packs of gum, Ricola, a Russian Earl Grey teabag, and a TAZO chai teabag being used as a bookmark. Impressive, no?

*not pictured: lots of various trash

On an unrelated note, I spent a good amount of class time this morning perusing Bing images of Vladimir Putin and puppies. Then I toyed with the idea of not telling that to anyone ever. But just look!