Can't you just fix it for me? I'll pay you well.

Who ever knew that I would need the AC turned on high in January. I woke up sweating, hearing the sound of distant cars zooming by and I realized that yesterday had, in fact, been real, and not a horrifying, terrible, and yet amazing dream.

It all started out with me, planning on see The Dresden Dolls in St. Louis. I knew that I could do this, remember? I drove all the way to St. Louis in my little cavalier on Christmas day. Piece of cake, right?

So I'm on my way there, and things are going just great. I'm less than 30 miles away and realize that I can't make it any further. I. Must. Pee. So I pull over at this rest stop and pee for like, seriously, five minutes straight. I call my mom, let her know that I'm cool. Dad thinks that I'm staying the night with a friend, which is dumb, I'm 19. If I want to go to a concert, I'll go to a fucking concert. I don't need his permission.

So I finish the conversation with my mom, buy a strawberry soda and some funky multicolored twizlers. I get in the car, all happy, I'm going to be early to the concert! Maybe I'll get to hang out with Amanda a Brian! Maybe they'll play The Jeep Song! Maybe... my car won't fucking start.

I try about a million times to get the damn thing to work, but it won't. So I call mom up and she tells me that there's a AAA insurance card in my glove compartment. I get it out, call them, get transferred to a Illinois AAA, and they're like, "is the card holder in the car with you?" And I'm like, "No." So after like, ten minutes of confusing conversations with these fucking fucktards, I'm like, "never mind, my car started up. Thanks."

So I'm driving, and it's going good, I see a sign saying less than 20 miles. "Twenty miles whoo!" WHAT THE FUCK happened to my speedometer needle? It went INSANE. It goes up and down from zero to seventy, up and down and in between, like crazy. I'm like, "WTF? " And I'm like, please don't die, please don't die. But of course it does. Ugh.

So I pull over to the shoulder and start flipping out. I had to calm myself down by breathing in through the nose, out through the mouth a few times. Finally, I calm down enough so that I can call mom, and she calls AAA for me, and they call me and are like, "where are you?" And I told her, "I'm about twenty miles from St. Louis on the I-64, going west." that's plenty of information, isn't it? Well, obviously not from this bitch. She is like, "what mile are you on?" WTF? Like I know?

Finally, after me crying on the phone to her and telling her that I'm fucking TWENTY MILES FROM ST. LOUIS GOING WEST ON THE I-64 and that's ALL that I know, she finally gets the tow person to come get me. He tows my car to some place in nowhere Shiloh, IL. He's all like, "There's a grocery store over there, they have a phone book." and he left.

Okay, yes, I have traveled alone many times, but fuck! I'm a 19 year old from down yander hickville Indiana. You think that I know what I'm doing? And the whole time, I'm like, "if I don't see the Dresden Dolls, someone's going to die."

So I go into the grocery store and they help me find a taxi service. They tell me to take the "metrolink" to the Delmar loop to get to the pageant that way. I tell the taxi driver what's up, what happened, where I'm going, and he's telling me how dangerous the East Side of St. Louis is, where the metrolink goes before going to Delmar. I'm like, "oh.." and he's freaking me out, 'cause he's telling me this long story about him taking the metrolink with his family and all of this crazy stuff that I've never seen except for on tv and he's like, "You know what? I'll just take you to St. Louis." So he takes me RIGHT to the Pageant for 10 bucks. He was super nice.

I get there, see the most AMAZING band ever (seriously), and have the time of my fucking life. Oh, and they did a cover for Fight For Your Right! And they did The Gardner and Sorry Bunch and Glass Slipper and Mein Herr, and I swear, it was one orgasm after another. The Dresden Dolls will always be my favorite band. Ever.

Brian couldn't hang out after the show, but Amanda did and she signed a couple of pictures from the Knoxville show (October '06). She really liked one of them and wanted me to e-mail it to her, and I'm like, "yeah!"

I swear to you, that was my third time to meet her, and I was still like, shaking and stumbling over my words.

Okay, so then I finished meeting her and had to go back to reality. I called a taxi and took it to some Holiday Inn and spent a hundred fucking bucks on a room. Ugh. So here I am, using the high speed internet, and I have to be out of her at 12. It's 11:11. My parents are on their way here, but I don't know when they'll get here. :/

This has been an interesting experience.