Confession… I’m writing this blog without watching The Buried Life. So if I say something silly that, after the show, no longer makes sense, realize that is why.
So, I’m sure you’ve all heard about this show and the fact that the guys on it were dared to get a lock of Robert Pattinson’s hair. I watched the little preview here and I went on ahead and DVR’d it. I’ll watch it tomorrow. Maybe. You tell me.
Really, more then anything, this video managed to make me sad. Probably for reasons you don’t realize . Let me explain…
The guys are hurrying over to a club in Hollywood cause they heard Rob is there. That club is the Hotel Cafe, which Rob went to go and support his bud, Sam Bradley, who was playing that night. In fact, he went there to support 3 out of the 4 times Sam Bradley played at the Hotel Cafe.
I saw that alley way they are walking through and realized, “Hey! My drunk ass stood right there.” See?
I love that about having gone to Hollywood now. It’s cool to recognize some of those places I saw in real life.
Then it hit me.
I was at the Hotel Cafe, totally supporting Sam Bradley, but I managed to go the ONE night Rob wasn’t there.
And that makes me sad panda.
Let me tell you first and foremost… when I bought the ticket, I didn’t think there was even a chance Rob would show. At all. It wasn’t about that for me. I <3 Sam as well. (I mean, I do run a blog supporting him also!) But it wasn’t till I guess a month later that I put it all together.
I missed him.
Oh well, I still got to see the pretty in person, and that was (almost) good enough for me.
Well, I guess I am happy ‘The Buried Live’ guys tracked down Rob at what I’m guessing is the Teen Choice Awards. Kudos to them.
Yay for you. ::sigh::
I guess if I had unlimited funds from MTV, I could make this happen too. Maybe one day….
Did you watch ‘The Buried Life’? Should I watch it, or skip it?
1. Cause Texas Tech girls may be a wee bit crazy. Or perhaps a lot crazy. And not in a good way.
So I was reading this article about Rob in the bar in Lubbock. And yes, this is front page news for Lubbock. Why? It’s a Wednesday, there is not football and, seriously, it’s Lubbock. Need I say more. The article follows the story of a girl named Sarah and her friend Caroline.
Count 'em up Rob. You're missing a few...
Sarah and Caroline got the Facebook bat signal that Rob was in town and rushed to the bar that was closed to all patrons of the female persuasion. So they went and waited in the back alley (most likely by a dumpster) with 50 other girls for Rob to make his escape. Sarah got to touch Rob’s arm, but Caroline, well here is what Sarah says about that…
“Caroline got so close that she said she was able to pull out one of his arm hairs,” said Caldwell. “But she lost it in all the excitement.”
Um, excuse me? She MEANT to keep Rob’s arm hair? What was she going to do with it? Put in a test tube and give it water and food and see if another Rob grew from it? Extract the DNA and impregnate herself with little Rob babies? Forget the crazy girls jumping on the hood of the car. Caroline is the craziest. Gold star for her. And possibly a restraining order. Yeah. She must be excited!
Plenty more goodies from West Texas, after the jump!Continue reading
You know, I had my doubts on the New Mexico story. It just seemed so… out there. Then come to find out, Rob and his boys (well, at least Sam Bradley and TomStu) are road tripping across America. I know this because really, there is no other reason why the hell you would end up in a bar in Lubbock, Texas. Other then the fact that Sam is a Texas Tech fan and probs INSISTED on stopping. (True story. He totally threw the guns up on me. I almost slapped him.)
And boy, did Rob find some fans and take quite possibly the freakiest fan picture EVER!
Um, wow. Well, at least the girls look cute.
And these fans, well, they may have taken ninja pic’ing to a whole ‘nother level.
I love this one. You can still frame it and say "Look! A picture of me with Rob, and I didn't even bother him."
Yep. That is definitely Sam. I know that curly head of hair anywhere!
So, as you all know, I live out here in the middle of fly over country, just a few hours from Lubbock myself. Part of me is wondering, should I be out in a bar somewhere here tonight?
I mean, if Rob is heading where everyone thinks he is heading, chances are our paths won’t cross. But maybe they are literally just driving around. Looking for the world’s largest ball of yarn or the best beef jerky in the southwest? Or possibly they just wanted to see the gigantic statue of Buddy Holly? (I’ve seen it!)
All I know is… if you live anywhere out this direction, keep your eyes open. You never know who you might see!
Did you know that I was in LA for a whole freakin’ week? Did you know that I frequented many of the right places in hopes of catching an eye full of you with your kick ass penguin hoodie on? Yes, I know I did not know about the existence of the penguin hoodie, but now that I do, I WANT IT! And maybe the guy wearing it too.
But I digress.
Here it is, almost a week after I’ve returned home and now YOU are popping up EVERYWHERE!!
C'mon. We were even in an alley. By a dumpster. Prime spot to meet Brit boys. I mean, we found Sam easy enough!
You show up at the Sam Bradley show this past Tuesday. I was there just a week before. You show up in downtown LA filming. I was there just one week before. You show up at a movie theater. I was in a movie theater in LA earlier that week.
What the hell dude? I SWEAR if your ass goes by the In ‘n Out Burger on Sunset Blvd. in Hollywood, I will slap you the first time I meet you.
But seriously, I am now blaming you for us not meeting. I mean, it’s not my fault. I was in all the right places. It’s obvious our calendars were not synced up. Hell, I even went for a run in the Hills to try and find your house, and some how, you forgot to let me know where that was. (That sounds creepy and stalkeresque. I was so NOT looking for his house. I was just prowling the neighborhood and if I happened to see Rob, well, so be it. Okay, yeah, I’m a bit of a stalker. Oops.)
So here is the deal Rob. Next time I’m in LA, let’s get this figured out. Cause seriously, this could have easily been you:
Yeah, that’s Jason Segal. It could’ve been you Rob. It could’ve been you.
P.S. I am this close to starting a blog devoted to Jason, cause seriously, he was AWESOME!
Rob is a force to be reckoned with. I should know. His existence has cost me so many hours or my life and so many dollars out of my pocket. (Hello? #LegHitch2010 was not a cheap trip!) But everyday is worth it. Especially when we get to see things like this:
I mean, things like this are likely to send a girl into hysterics. All that hotness is hard to handle. Trust me when I say I did not completely hold my cool at the premiere. I mean, it didn’t matter too much because I was far enough away from Rob that he never saw my complete fan girl breakdown, but still, minorly embarrassing when I think back.
But you know what, just when I thought that maybe I was getting close to that line. That invisible line that exists to seperate us the normal fans from the crazies, someone else beats me to it. This poor girl, she got there first and crossed it. Hard core.
Seemingly normal woman. Dressed nice. Just admiring the pretty… till she is left alone. Then she turns.
::sigh::
And just one more little reason why everyone thinks we’re crazy. Why no one wants to come out of the closet on their Rob/Twilight love. So here is an idea for all of you. If you see a Rob cutout, leave it. They sell them online. While buying it will cost you a few dollars, it will save your dignity. And let’s face it, dignity is important!
I mean, if you’re gonna lose it, at least go down in a ball of fire. Like me. At a Sam Bradley show. Cause that’s how I roll…
I haven’t talk much about Sam lately, at least not since my EPIC Brit Pack Review. You may wonder why that is, or you already know. I have started a NEW fan blog for Sam, Marcus and Bobby called the Shack of Soul!! And over at SoS, we are partying like crazy today for Mr. Bradley’s big day o’ birth.
Here is how the ladies at Shack of Soul are celebrating!!
2.Follow @shackofsoul on Twitter! Our new SoS Twitter account will give you all the latest and greatest from the guys.
3. Helping to #SamBradley like crazy till he is #1 in the Twitter Trends. (Deets below on how that enters you in the contest!)
This is not the first time Sam has been “pounded.” We got him up to the #2 spot back in May, but our goal tomorrow is #1. So, to do this, starting at 9 p.m. Eastern TONIGHT, make sure every tweet has #SamBradley in it! Don’t know what to tweet? How about a link to his new website (http://www.sambradley.com/) or his MySpace Page (http://www.myspace.com/sambradley)? Spread the word about Sam and all of his awesomeness!
Now, back to the contest… The 3rd way to enter is to simply add #ShackofSoul to at least one of your #SamBradley tweets. Anyone who has both of those tags in their tweet will be entered again to possibly win the Sam poster!
Wow!! Pretty good birthday plans, huh? Oh, and if you need something to get you in the Sammy mood, how about watching his first ever music video!
Here is how the ladies at Shack of Soul are celebrating!!
First off, as we announced earlier this week, we are giving away a SIGNED Sam Bradley poster! We announced that there were 3 ways to enter, but we didn’t quite tell you much about what we are doing tomorrow (Saturday) night. We are going to #SamBradley like crazy till he is #1 in the Twitter Trends.
This is not the first time Sam has been “pounded.” We got him up to the #2 spot back in May, but our goal tomorrow is #1. So, to do this, starting at 9 p.m. Eastern, make sure every tweet has #SamBradley in it! Don’t know what to tweet? How about a link to his new website (http://www.sambradley.com/) or his MySpace Page (http://www.myspace.com/sambradley)? Spread the word about Sam and all of his awesomeness!
Now, back to the contest… The 3rd way to enter is to simply add #ShackofSoul to at least one of your #SamBradley tweets. Anyone who has both of those tags in their tweet will be entered again to possibly win the Sam poster!
My saviors of the Twicon disaster… the BritPack (which, for newbs, is Sam Bradley, Bobby Long and Marcus Foster)!! Trust me, if it weren’t for them, this weekend would have been a horrible disaster. Unimaginable disaster. Luckily, these guys made it one of the most amazing weeks of my life instead.
Sam Bradley
He may be falling in love with me right at this moment...
Of course, Sam was the one I was most excited about. I am in love with his music, his cute little videos, pretty much everything about him. And I tell you what, he managed to increase that love by about 1,000%. First my encounters, then the show!
Encounter 1: We just arrived. I saw Sam in the lobby. We played it cool and just said “Hi Sam” as he walked by. He smiled and said hi back. I waited till he was gone, then fangirled completely. I tried to tweet, but then I could not stop shaking. It was kind of ridiculous. The funniest part…we were the only ones that noticed him!
Aren't we gorgeous together? I mean, he helps it quite a bit but I think I hold me own!
Encounter 2: Next day, meet and greet! Nothing too abnormal! Lots of smiles and everything while he signed all the crap I had! We went back up to the room to change for the Marcus/Bobby concert and then came back down to the ATM (which was in front of the meet & greet room). The door is closed, so I thought they were all gone, but after my cussing at the ATM for not giving me cash (since I spent it all at the M&G), Sam comes out, carrying his merch and some girl asked to take a pic. The girl I was with took the pic (Val), and then we stood there contemplating if we should ask for pics while other girls did. After everyone was gone, we decided to ask if he still had time and of course he said yes. We took them, he went to grab his stuff and noticed girl #1′s phone ringing on the counter. He answers it while Val runs off to find girl. After he hangs up, it’s just me and him. He asks me if I’m having a good weekend, and I say so far and that I was looking forward to that night. Then he asks if it was even the weekend yet, and we laugh cause he doesn’t know what day it is. After that, a slightly awkward silence occurs where I can’t think of anything to say. What I should have done was at least introduce myself, but I’m an idiot. Val comes back with girl #1, then we smile and laugh and tell him we’ll see him later.
More encounters from Sam, music, and of course Bobby and Marcus, ALL after the jump!! Continue reading
Alright, so Amber does not have any internet access or she’s plain lazy but either way she has asked me to guest blog. This isn’t going to be my Eclipse blog but one of equal interest I’m sure. This is entitled How I lost my wife to Twicon and became a single parent for 4 days. (thanks to @vickybonnett for the idea)
You would think that I lost Amber to Twicon on Thursday when she left for Dallas but actually it happened months ago when she asked if she could go. I remember it clearly too, it was mild April night and I was minding my own damn business when suddenly out of nowhere (not really because all she talked about was Twilight) Amber starts talking about Twilightapalooza. I was like, “Fantastic more Twilight crap” (I hadn’t started secretly reading the books at this point, but I did enjoy the movie) and heaved a heavy sigh and said how much is it without caring about the details. “$255 is that all, sure go ahead and pay for it all at once and make sure you spend all you want on extras that might be offered too.” I believe that was my response to the answer of my question…at least that’s how I remember it. All right fine I actually said, “$255 DOLLARS?! ARE YOU NUCKING FUTS?!!”
Well, it turned out that payments could be made to ease the pain of it all. Then, Amber said she would use her money she made making wedding invitations from her website. After that I sure didn’t give 2 left shits how much she spent at her fangirl festival (no offense to anyone, but you know you squeee’d more than you should have).
Legs...that is all
So from that moment on I had to hear about every next great thing that was happening in Dallas; ooohh, Sam Bradley’s going to be there, Jackson’s band 100 Monkeys will be performing, damn it I can only meet and oogle two of the cast member please help me decide, and it just kept going. I’m sure there was more but I’m totally awe..what for it..some at not paying attention to Amber..true story.
Now let’s skip to this past Thursday…Amber has left for Dallas along with Myria and I’m so stoked to watch a 2 and 4 year old by myself for 4 days (intense sarcasm there). Not really too bad since they are in daycare whilst I’m at work but as soon as I got home with the kiddos the shit hit the fan. Almost quite literally because my son Joey did not want to go to his T-ball game and I sent him to his room to calm him down and 10 minutes later when I went to get him, he had dropped a huge one in his shorts. Joey won that round because he did not go to his game but he did get to know his room very well that night. Saraben wasn’t bad at all, just kind of weird because she kept licking the walls in the play room. I mean seriously wtf is that about?
No Rob pics this blog...theshagdaddy has spoken
Friday was a lot better, nothing exciting happened at all. Both kids stayed up way past their bed times and I was able to Twitter most of the night in peace. However, I had no idea what was going on with Amber except when someone in her group tweeted about it. For all I knew she had become Sam’s new plaything helping him carry his shit around. I do know that she managed to stay fully clothed though which I suppose is a good thing. I finally heard from Amber on Saturday morning, she had that voice that you get from drinking and squeeeing at British guys all night. She was telling me anecdotes but I wasn’t really listening I was too busy looking at my new Pocket Edward that had arrived in the mail. (seriously)
So Amber will be returning home on Sunday after spending some quality time with her TwiFriends (that works for both Twilight Friends and Twitter Friends). She got to drink, meet hot guys, make fun of ridiculous fans and their clothes and buy souvenirs…and I got to clean the house…yippee.
It’s Friday. We’re at Twicon. And I am beginning to think the $255 price tag to get in this joint was a joke. I am promising you all this…there will be a nasty open letter to the organizers on my blog in the next week.
So here is the latest bit of fuckery that we experienced this morning. We showed up because they were offering 100 Monkeys autographs for free. One of the few things they were doing for free. And we were told that if we bought merchandise we can bump up to the front of the line. We bought some merch (which was actually pretty inexpensive thank God), but of course so did everyone else. Then they came out and informed us that if we wanted Jackson to sign our merch, then we had to pay $20. Excuse me?!? I thought Jackson was part of the band and we were told we were getting signatures for the band. There was no astrix next to the autograph session saying he would not be there.
People go ballistic on the coordinators. I think it was kind of the final straw on this mess of a convention. Somehow their solution to appease everyone was to just say never mind. Jackson wasn’t available at all. We waited in line anyway and got to meet the non-Jackson part of the band (who were adorable, by the way). Here is a little video I took of them while we were at the table:
We found out later that Jackson didn’t get to sign autographs because the band manager and acting manager couldn’t agree. Band guy wanted him to sign with the other guys, no charge. Acting guy wanted to charge. I can only manage the conversation that ensued between the two. So this whole thing was definitely NOT Jackson’s fault, just to clarify.
We totes made eye contact. It was a beautiful thing.
Okay, so Thursday was kind of a boring day. There was only one super awesome moment where we were standing in the lobby of the hotel, gawking at the crazy Twihard surrounding us. I pulled out my video camera to tape all of the 2nd hand embarrassment around me and before I could even turn it on I noticed a good looking guy in a sport coat walking toward us. I was nudging everyone and was like, “It’s Sam. It’s Sam.” NO ONE else in the lobby noticed him, and when he walked by we all gave a friendly little “Hi Sam.” No fangirling, no screaming, just calm and cool. He said “Hi” back to us and continued on his way. However, once he got a fair distance away, we did fangirl a little. I was trying to tweet and my hands were shaking. SHAKING! Definite high point of the day! By the way, I didn’t video any of it because I was all caught up in the swooning over Sam, to the point that I didn’t realize the guy walking with him was Marcus. Major fail on my part!
The registration lines were ridiculous and my fears that the organization before the convention would show how horribly organized the actual convention was were all confirmed. We stood in line for like an hour for registration and did not get registered before the first event. The opening session was a joke, although I will say that the Hillywood Cast emceed part of it and they were adorable. Especially Jasper! I posted that here for you guys:
Christian Serratos was out and about in the vendor area, and she a teeny tiny little thing that looks like if the wind blows the wrong way she will break. She was getting some kind of Twilight arm paint thing and when I tried to take a picture, her entourage siad “No pics!” I wanted to tell them to get over it cause she ain’t no Rob, but I was nice and instead flirted with the bassist to 100 Monkeys opening band to see if we can get word where Jackson was (we did not!).
I am very much hoping for a more exciting day tomorrow! We have 2 concerts, including Bobby & Marcus as well as 100 Monkeys. It’s going to kick ass, and now that I have my bearings, I will try and be better about the tweeting and blogging. Look for more videos, too!
We went back up to the room to change for the Marcus/Bobby concert and then came back down to the ATM (which was in front of the meet & greet room). The door is closed, so I thought they were all gone, but after my cussing at the ATM for not giving me cash (since I spent it all at the M&G), Sam comes out, carrying his merch and some girl asked to take a pic. The girl I was with took the pic (Val), and then we stood there contemplating if we should ask for pics while other girls did. After everyone was gone, we decided to ask if he still had time and of course he said yes. We took them, he went to grab his stuff and noticed girl #1′s phone ringing on the counter. He answers it while Val runs off to find girl. After he hangs up, it’s just me and him. He asks me if I’m having a good weekend, and I say so far and that I was looking forward to that night. Then he asks if it was even the weekend yet, and we laugh cause he doesn’t know what day it is. After that, a slightly awkward silence occurs where I can’t think of anything to say. What I should have done was at least introduce myself, but I’m an idiot. Val comes back with girl #1, then we smile and laugh and tell him we’ll see him later.
