this is the way that we talk when we talk about love

i need your love

the devil's all you ever had

i want to see the look on your face when you find out that love is a lie

hold me now

words: the crowd was big and vibrant, the men were attractive and smelly, and the music kept my foot tappin' and my head boppin'.

top: gap

shorts: bdg

belt: aldo

shoes: forever 21

love, it's a strange thing

The review is a little late due to several twelve hour shifts of work. But, the chaos is over now and, hopefully, I can get back to regular posts. More importantly, I can go back to remembering how much fun I had this past Saturday night. Nostalgia is bittersweet. I'd give any anything to hop onto some time machine and go back to that night. Granted, I'd likely use said time machine to re-experience (I just made that word up) special points in my life, to cherish some moments and, well, who could resist playing with time and maybe bypassing particular people or events - change things all together. Tempting. On second thought, I'd risk not having seen Strange Boys on Saturday night. That's a risk I'd be unwilling to take. Forget the time machine.

Yeah, that's how much I enjoyed the band, the music, the dance moves, the glances. I'm not a believer in love at first sight, so I assumed the same went for my ears. Love at first listen? My ears fall easily for songs but not for musicians or bands. It usually takes a big chunk of musical digestion before I proclaim my sweet everlasting love. And yet, I fell hard for Strange Boys that night - it was love at first listen. Odd. I'd be incapable of referencing any songs they played or lyrics he sung, however I can still vividly remember how much I enjoyed listening to them play live. I was mesmerized. So much so that I held off on going to the restroom for a record breaking amount of time. I'm surprised I didn't develop a urinary tract infection that night. That would have been bad, very bad...but worth it. 

Yup, I love them. How am I so sure? Because I can't explain it. Their melodies and riffs just take over your hips, his vocals make your knees periodically quiver, and the sax...well the saxophone makes the rest of your body imitate the true beat of your heart. Their sound inexplicably transports you to another time. (See, who needs a time machine when you have music?) Their good looks turn glances into deep stares and their innocent and charming demeanor make you think they aren't your typical set of musicians. Love, I'm certain. Why? I can ramble on about that for another paragraph or two but there'd be no definite answer. Love, it's a Strange thing. Who needs a boy when you have music as your lover? Oh and one more reason I can do without a time machine...you tube:

Bolero: Urban Renewal

Leotard: Urban Outfitters

Jeans: Forever 21

Shoes: Calvin Klein

Old 2 Videos: Monica Lopez :)

i'm out at sea and i'm floating away

Sometimes you anticipate things with such excitement that you inevitably begin to realize that maybe your hopes are getting the best of you, maybe you should let gravity and reality bring you and your high expectations down. 

Long ago I came to terms with the simple fact that I live in Planet Earth not Planet Cristina, so more often than not, I expect reality - not to be mistaken with the worst case scenario. Nope, I typically won't expect the worst, or the best for that matter, I just expect the mundane. Reality is that I wont go more than a week without bumping into a table and subsequently getting a huge bruise on my left thigh (for those of you who spotted it and were curious). Reality is that not every show the BLive guys put on at Old Number Two will be amazing...or is it?

Despite the tendency I have to expect the mundane, every now and then I allow my thoughts to vividly color in the wonderful possibilities of life or, in this case, a concert. My thoughts used only the most vibrant colors when it came to envisioning the Heartless Bastards' show. Reality...what's that? It certainly didn't stop my thoughts from getting carried away and coloring way outside the lines of the mundane. I was just asking to be left feeling disappointed. Lucky for me, I don't think reality or disappointment know the exact coordinates for Old Number Two.

Simply put, Heartless was amazing. It didn't take more than two seconds of standing two feet away from them (yes, this is why I love Old Two) to realize what a talented group of musicians they are. It didn't take a second later before I realized that I would have to hold off on going to the restroom as long as possible. It was worth the wait. They made the butterflies in my stomach flutter and the birds that reside inside my soul fly. It wasn't long before all of the fluttering and the flying lifted me off the floor and there I was the happiest girl in the bar thinking that my night couldn't get any better. Then, I met the band and was pleased to find that they were genuinely nice, cool people. I'm still high off the ground from that night. I love how music can do that to you. 

As I wrote this and was reminded of the anticipation for the night and the night itself, I had a thought: I realized that I should quit expecting the mundane. As much sense as it makes to expect the worst so you're never left feeling disappointed, I'm beginning to realize that the feeling one gets when your expectations are surpassed and left on land while you're floating out at sea makes the risk of feeling disappointed worth it. Try it:

Blazer: Silence and Noise

Top: Express

Shorts: Levis

Stockings: Urban Outfitters

Shoes: Jessica Simpson