Kyle and Concert

Dee and I went to see Interpol for our birthdays last week. Excellent show, I have to say. Two funny events to describe:
1) Noone was eating popcorn in the Michigan Theater, despite the fact that it was on sale in the lobby, making me wonder if popcorn was acceptable during concert shows. Dee presumed that, no, It was not allowed since people would spill it too much. I scoffed, then found out that they did allow popcorn! So, I bought some, loaded it up with slimy butter, and then immediately spilled it all over the seats and floor.
2) We sat in the balcony, so noone was standing up or dancing during the show. Dee was bummed out. It's a concert, y'know; people should be standing. Oh well. Moments later, we saw a guy that actually was standing and dancing have an argument with a muscle-head behind him, presumably because muscle-head's girlfriend couldn't see. The argument escalated into the muscle-head grabbing the dancer and strangling him. Security came, girlfriends were yelling, muscle-head was in his element, etc. So, strangulation is what happens if you actually do stand and dance in the balcony, for future reference.

Kyle Makes Science

I made science!

Rudolph

Ladies and gentleman, hear ye hear ye, I have a terrible pimple on the tip of my nose. It's not so much of a protruding zit, but more of a uniform red swelling.

People are staring at me.

Kyle Gets Cheritable Part II

So I got cheritable again. Who would've known. Actually it was mostly my parents, who hosted a massive cherity event for the American Cancer Association called the Cattle Baron's Ball, which wound up raising over $1 million. It was set at the Michigan state fair grounds, and contained three rooms of activities (mechanical bull, race car track) and a sampling of food from around the metro area (mmmmm, damn tasty). Also free drinks, which I exploited to no end. The MC for the evening was detroit news personality Devin Scillian, who also played a bit of guitar for the audience (he's good actually). Later in the evening, after I drank some whisky and strained my body on the mechanical bull, they held an auction to raise money. People weren't spending as much as expected, probably owing to the economy and all....but a Ford GT went for twice its value and two dinners with my parents actually went for silly amounts of money. That's some lobying. Damn right. After that was a show by Toby Keith, who was surprisingly entertaining. We were all sprayed with red, white and blue confetti streamers, needles to day. We met him in his trailer after the show. He's a big dude. Bit of a beer-bloat going on. He seemed high and gave us an odd, semi-funny monologue about a dog he works with and how he doesn't smoke anymore. Cigarettes that is, ha ha.

A country evening all in all. Go America! Dee has the heel pain from her boots to prove it.

Kyle in MN

Dee and I went to visit Joe in Minneapolis. Some things I learned:

• I like Minneapolis
• 3/2 beer is stupid and confusing and stupid
• Minneapolis is very white
• Como park is great
• Orangutans are endlessly fascinating to watch
• So are polar bears
• The maid better like my book Oryx and Crake because I left the damn thing behind
• On accident I mean
• Yep
• James Brown Sex Machine is coolsville
• Get up, get on up, shake yo money maker
  
• Hotwire is fantastic to use
• Suite hotels are sweet