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That time I got pulled onstage and danced with Parachute.

9 Dec
So we all know I have a crush on Parachute. I adore those kids, and have loved watching them grow as a band over the years.It had been almost a year and a half since the last time I had seen them (!!!), and I was in a desperate need to get a fix. I made sure to buy a ticket to their San Francisco show the day it went on sale. And then I (im)patiently waited until show day.

My friend Kelly was going to the show as well, and she is halfway along the drive to SF, so we decided to carpool it into the city together. We also both decided to also purchased the “VIP” upgrade, which allowed early entry, a performance of an acoustic song by the band, and a meet and greet.

When the band walked out, Nate saw me almost instantly and came over and grabbed my hand as they walked by. Which was basically like grabbing an icicle, because it was freezing outside that day. Sorry, Nate.

They performed “Overnight” acoustic, and then we were allowed to say hi and take pictures with the band.

When I walked up to them, I jokingly said, “You don’t know me…” as I was greeted with “JOSLYN!!!” all around. Will said, “I dunno. It’s been a long time since we’ve seen you…” and I apologized. “I do like your shirt though. Is that a pug?” “No. It’s a french bulldog.” “Please tell me you have one.” “No…my friend does though. I have a cat though?” “Well, I guess a pet counts…” (What?)Nate and I always blab about books every tour so at this point he totally interrupts and practically yells, “Have you read Gone Girl?!” to which I reply. “YES.” “I knew if anyone had read it, you would. I’m halfway through” “Shit’s about to get crazy!” We are nerds.154476_10151842698428518_369272444_n
The meet and greet was upstairs, and afterward every one had talked to the band, they let us free downstairs to grab a spot up front before the doors opened to the general public. Kelly and I stood stage left, and we were really, super close to Nate once the boys came out. Oh hi, guitar in face.
Before Parachute, there were first two openers. Honestly, I couldn’t tell you the name of the first opening band because I couldn’t hear a word that they were singing, and they looked to be about 12 years old, and I don’t think I payed much attention…
Matt Hires played next, and I have seen him many times in the past opening for miscellaneous bands. I forgot how much I love him.
Next came Parachute, and probably one of the best performances I’ve seen them play. I can’t express how much I have enjoyed watching them over the years. They just get better and better. About halfway through the set, Matt Hires came out to cover Bruce Springsteen’s “Dancing in the Dark” with the boys. AND THEN I GOT PULLED ONSTAGE. One moment, I was dancing along, minding my own business, and the next thing I know Will came right over and pointed directly at me, and then did the “come here” finger gesture.
I gave him a, “uh, what?” look, and he did the gesture again. I had no clue what was happening, and some girls behind me started pushing me onstage, so I grabbed Will’s extended hand and then…we 80’s danced.
I was cracking up the entire time I was onstage. There was one point I looked behind me because I felt Nate close by, and he was laughing as well.
Will never let go of my hand the entire time. I actually let go of his first. Then I jumped off the stage and for the next three songs, kept saying to myself, what the heck just happened?!The guys rocked the rest of the set, and then Kelly and I headed out since I was working a dreaded 12 hour double the following day. Which I felt like death. Which was all worth it. Cause, you know, I got to be Courtney Cox for the night.

Love me ’til my heart starts.

23 Sep
Oh look, a blog!

I KNOW. It’s been way too long. But between two jobs, and no laptop for the past few months (RIP laptop…and everything I lost on it. Sob.) my posts would have been boring.

“Today I worked. Yesterday I worked. Tomorrow…I work.”

BUT. Here I am. Still alive after working 7 days a week for the past 6 months.

Back in July, I even went to a few shows that are blogable. I know. July…and its now September. I work 7 days a week. Give me a break, OK?! Have a blog. Here’s a story about a show.

Matt Nathanson’s newest CD came out on July 16th. The day of, he had a CD release show in San Francisco, so Cheryl and I made the trip up to the city to attend the release festivities.

We left early to have a “fun day” in the city.

philz creamery
This happened.

creme brulee

And this.

Oh, and there was tacos from La Taqueria between those. OK, so our fun day revolved all around food. Who care. We walked over 4 miles that day so it that burned off, what? The coffee? 🙂


The show was at Amoeba Records, and when we arrived, the staff was pretty surprised to see people there early. We weren’t the first to arrive, but they still were all, “You know you girls have 2 more hours to wait, right?” This ain’t my first rodeo, cowboy. I’ve waited much longer…

cheryl and i

When the show finally started, I think my face exploded in a gigantic grin. I hadn’t seen Matt in 7 months, and that’s far too, too, TOO long.

matty live


After the set, we waited in a line for 1.5 hours to say hi and for Matt to sign our CDs. Why we decided to “Let’s go last!” is stupid. We were hungry and exhausted and Matt is probably the only one who I’d wait for that long. Homeboy for life.

matty talk

When it was finally my turn, I was greeted into a giant embrace and Matt says, “I love when you’re here.” (Stop making me love you!) We made small chit-chat (“How are you? How have you been?” “So good to see you.”) and then…we fought. Haha. First, he spelled my name wrong. “J-O-S-E-L…” “There’s no E in my name!!!” “SHIT! I was just testing you to see if you were drunk.” STOP. Love. You.


CD(You can see where the E turned into an L.)

Story behind the, “Choose Me”: when Matt announced tour dates, I realized his California dates conflicted with Maroon5/Kelly Clarkson shows in California on the same days. Worst nightmare ever. I tweeted something like, “That moment you realize there are Matt and M5 shows on the same day in California… FML.” and he replied, “Um, there’s no real debate here…” Ha.

So, Matt then decided to fight me over who I was going to see. “I’m glad you’re doing good. But you’re going to see Maroon5 and Kelly instead.”
“Um, no. I bought tickets to your shows.”
“No. No.”
“Yes I did! I bought LA and Oakland tickets. I’ll be there!”
“We’ll see..”
I told him again I ultimately chose him, and he mumbled some more nonsense, and I’m all, “I love you the most!” and he just replies, “Oh…” So there.

As we were saying our goodbyes, he goes, “Hey! Do you like bunny grahams? Some nice fan gave them to me but I can’t eat them. Take them for your drive home! Wait, hide them in your bag! In case they’re still here. I don’t want her to see…” Oh my god, adore him. And sorry whoever gave Matt Annie’s Bunny Grahams…I ate them all.

No more Cure songs to get lost in.

22 Mar

Four months after Matt said he’d perform a new song live, it finally happened. And nearly four months after that show happened, I am finally blogging about it. Guilty.

The concert ticket cost me a big ole Ben Franklin, but it was a Concert for the Kids benefit which benefited a children’s hospital in Oakland. I’m using the fact that it went to a good cause to make me feel less guilty that I dropped that much cash on myself.

It was a long day. I woke up at 6am to get ready and head to work for a few hours. Then I was off to drive 2 hours to San Francisco. The show was being held at the Nob Hill Masonic Center, which is the WORST PART OF DOWNTOWN SF EVER. Super hilly, to the point where your cars rolls backwards without your control. Super freaky. Also sucky? PARKING. The venue costs $30 to park in their lot (um, no) so I drove around in circles for close to an hour to find (free!) street parking. Which happened to be halfway down California street, so I hiked nearly a mile UP the huge inclined hill to get to the venue. It nearly killed me. Free workout. Thanks, San Fran.

My friend Megan was working for KFOG that day, so I headed to their booth to say hello. This day happened to be when the Sandy Hooks school shooting happened in Newtown, so there was such a glum funk hanging over everyone’s heads. We were raising money for kids here in California, and across the US, all these poor innocent babies died. It still breaks my heart all these months later.

I met up with Yvonne soon after. We weren’t sitting together, but she was only a few seats away, so she kept coming over and sitting in the seats empty in front of me between seats. I had a second row seat, and the people in the first row never showed up. Who does that?! I can’t complain though, because thanks to them, I had a perfect view. Ha.

Allen Stone played first, and the dude is amazing. His voice and style reminds me a lot of Marc Broussard, whom I’ve seen a good two dozen or so times. Also amazing? His hair.

Allen Stone
His entire set I was transfixed on his curls, and I wanted to touch them. Yes, I am a weirdo. But seriously, he’s only 25 and he’s going to go places.

Blind Pilot
Blind Pilot played next, and while they were good, they just weren’t quite my cup of tea. I found my mind wandering a bit during their set. Or maybe it’s just because I knew Matt was next?

Matt Nathanson
I’m pretty sure Matt spotted me almost within the first 3 minutes he was onstage. He was telling a story (that lasted probably 6 minutes before he played his first song, no lie) and when he looked in my direction, he almost paused while talking. Yeah, yeah. It’s me. Up front. No, I did not pay the people in front of me to not show up…ha. Now, lets address the hair…Hmmm. It is…big.

The entire set, I waited patiently to see if his promise of a new song would happen. And it did.

Oh. My. GOODNESS. I swear to you I held my breath the entire song. The chorus KILLS me. I just want to hug that song and tell it that everything is going to be alright. Every cent I spent was worth hearing and seeing that performed for the first time ever up close. (Thanks Yvonne for talking me into buying the “premium” ticket.)

After the show I said bye to Megan and Yvonne, and then headed back home. I tweeted Matt before I left, and got a super cute reply.


You bet I favorited that shit. I’m spoiled. He loves me.

I eventually got home around 1am, but couldn’t sleep. OH, OH, OH. THIS happened:

200,000 miles on my car. I need to learn to stay home. Oh, and yeah, I speed late at night. Whoops.

I watched that damn video probably until 3am and then forced myself to close my eyes. I cannot wait for a new album this year. ❤

Run right into you.

3 Jan

So there was a weekend back in October, where unintentionally, the WCM girls and I went to see Scars on 45 and pretty much got them to ourselves.

At this point of our fandom, we are well know and appreciated. Long story short (wait, do I ever tell short stories? No. Grab a snack, you’re in for a read), Scars was playing a pretty expensive benefit show in Glen Ellen, which we lucked out and were guest listed for, thanks to their manager. Booyah! Thanks, Steve! You’re the bomb dot com!

Comp tickets.

The show started pretty early, so the night before the show I planned to head up to DawnL and Tracy’s place to have a sleep over. I stopped in San Jose first, because I was running a race 2 days later and had to pick up my race packet at the expo. I got hooked up with a TON of free stuff, and I nerded out at all the fitness stuff.

From the expo, I drove to Fremont to drop my car off at my friend’s house, and after hanging and catching up for a bit, she took me to the Bart Station which I rode to Walnut Creek. DawnL and Tracy picked me up, and Tara arrived at the house not too long after I, so the four of us hung out for a bit before going to sleep.

The next morning we woke up early and hit up Starbucks, before heading up to Glen Ellen. Glen Ellen is near Sonoma, so it is wine county. It is beautiful there! We parked and were shuttled into the winery the show was being held at. In a yellow school bus. Awesome.


Scars played first, so we didn’t have to wait long for them to begin after doors opened.

Scars Glen Ellen
They played an acoustic set, which seemed much too short, but lucky for us, we were seeing them again later in the evening. We headed to the merch area to say our hello’s, and chatted up the band for a bit.

Scars & WCM
I. love. this. photo. It’s just missing Stu!

We went to talk to Steve after the band dispersed, and we thanked him a few dozen times for getting us on the list. (He listed us without us even asking, what a nice guy!) He told us they were playing another benefit type show the following weekend in Pasadena for his son’s school. And lucky again, I was already going to be down south the day before for a Matty Nay show, so it worked in my favor! I was stoked.

He asked us to help him take the merchandise to their van, and we happily did, seeing as he saved us each around $90. Will work for concert ticket! Haha. We ran into Aimee while back there, who was with Steve’s wife, and Aimee told her, “This is our fan club. We love them.” Awww. Then we were left in the backstage area and we frolicked around the vineyards. So pretty!

Joslyn in vineyard
There was a TON of stuff happening in the bay area that weekend, so we didn’t stick around for much longer, as we were afraid of getting stuck in the traffic of it all. It was another beautiful drive down into the city, including a drive across the Golden Gate Bridge (which I had just traveled UNDER the weekend before with the TMC ladies) and through the hilly areas of SF.


Scars was doing their own set at Aloft Hotel, just outside of the San Francisco airport. We went and had lunch/an early dinner before the show. Well, I ate a cupcake. I had ordered something at Panera Bread, paid and everything, and then they put up a sign saying they were out of it, without even saying anything to me! Um, hello? I’m standing here waiting for that exact thing? I got annoyed and basically just asked for my money back. That is ridiculous! Enter cupcake. It was carrot cake, so it was nutritious…


We played a game of Battleship at Aloft while we waited for the band to start their set. The band is hosting battleshots on The Rock Boat, so we thought we’d be funny and bring the game with us. The band commented as they set up, “Are you so bored that you’re playing board games?” and we asked if they even knew what they were hosting come February. They didn’t. Steve said yes for the band. Haha. We warned them that we were going to beat them, so they better be prepared. I beat everyone I played, so they better watch out for me!

The show was announced semi-last minute, and as we’re waiting, basically no one shows up. Well, the only other person to show up was Yvonne, who Tara and I had met at the Summerthing show a few months prior, so the 5 of us enjoyed a “private concert” (according to Aimee.) Our 1 year anniversary of the first time we had seen the band was coming up, so we considered it our gift.

Since we were the only one’s there, Aimee asked us if we wanted pizza. Considering I ate a cupcake for dinner? Yeah. We accepted.

band feeds fans
After the set we ended up chatting with the band for probably…2 hours or so? They were all staying at the hotel, and they were drinking, and I can’t even tell you all the stories they told, or what happened because there was just SO MUCH said that night. Just know it was pure shenanigans and I was pretty much laughing the entire time. Stu showed up in the middle of it all; he had been flying in from England the entire morning, since it was his daughters birthday the day before. Poor guy was jetlagged extreme and told us he’d been awake for close to 48 hours.I think he asked me the same questions 3 times and I kept saying, “You just asked me that…” awww…

Scars SF
Scars Aloft
Tara and I decided we needed to get going, because the next morning was my race. Okay, whose smart idea was that? I should have been sleeping at that point! Tara and I had taken her car, while DawnL and Tracy rode together to SF, (hence me dropping it off in Fremont the night before) so we drove down to pick up my car, before she followed me the rest of the way to San Jose, where the race was being held the following morning.

Since I had such an early start of a day, we stayed at my friend’s Cindy Lou and Jaelyn’s place not far from the start of the race. Tara was going to be my partner in crime for the day, although she was only going for the after race festivities and not to run.

A 5am wake up call when you went to bed after midnight to run 5 miles is not a smart thing to do. But it is what I did.

I didn’t always enjoy running. Being overweight for half of my life, it wasn’t something I ever saw as possible.  After dropping the weight, I had wanted to start a running plan, to actually try conquering running. In 2010 I started and completed the Couch to 5k program and ran my first 5k. It’s actually where I met Cindy Lou at! But from then on, I always had a love for running. I’ve completed three 5ks now, and was looking to bump up my mileage.

When I got a text from a friend asking me if I was running the half because Matt Nathanson was playing the finishers show (!!!), I knew this was my chance! But by the point I had found out, I realized logistically that 2 months was not a safe amount of time to train to run 13.1 miles. I thought running 13 miles was stupid anyway (Says the girl who is now training for a half marathon…eat your words, kid.) There was a “mini marathon” which was 5 miles, and I knew I could train the shiz out of that distance.

The week before the race when I was with the TMC girls in San Francisco, I was running the treadmill at the hotel and my left leg just cramped up. It hurt on and off for the next few days so I was afraid if I’d even be able to run 5 miles. But whether I walked or ran the 5 miles, I was going to get that damn medal I had been training for.

Tara and I took Lightrail into downtown San Jose (weekend full of public transportation, what up) and I headed towards the start line, while she headed towards the stage to hold down the fort while I ran.

corral 5

I ended up in the corral with all the super fit people. They were stretching and flexing their six packs and I was standing there, alone, with frizzy morning hair and sleep still in my eye, hoping I wouldn’t die.

After the national anthem was performed, we were off! I told myself to take it mile by mile, and to not push if my leg started giving me trouble. The first mile my leg was tight, and I was wondering how far I was going to get. As we passed the first mile, I noticed my pace was slightly faster than I normally run, and my leg had loosened up, so I had hope for the rest of the race.

The Rock N Roll marathon series has a band playing every mile of the race. This is awesome. Just when I thought I’d be dying at a certain mile, a band would be rocking as I ran by and it kept me going for another mile. Beth had texted me good luck that morning, and told me to just think of Matt at the finish line if I felt like giving up, so that was humorously in my mind as well. Even though it may seem to look like I was dying…HA.
Finally mile 5 came up, and I busted my ass towards the finish line. 5 miles, without stopping. That’s right, bum leg! I own you.  I walked through the finishers exit and took every free thing they handed me after taking the obligatory finishers photo.

Um…worst photo ever, and I had way too many beverages?

I found Yvonne and Tara at the stage. I somehow had way too much energy and danced to a cover band for two hours. Our friend Cheryl showed up as well, and celebrated my victorious run.

matty crew
I drank my free beer, and finally at 11am, Matt came out to play. He noticed me in me work out clothes and I still had my bib number pinned on and pointed and mouthed, “You ran!” Cute.

He was his normal hilarious self despite still being a little early in the morning. Aaron and Matt graced us with an hour and 15 minute set. At one point during the show, Matt was telling a story about Bruce Jenner. I guess I had some sort of look on my face, because he says to me, “You’re looking at me like “that’s so mean!” I didn’t do it to him!” and cracks up. He kept giving me faces the entire set, as usual. As Tara calls it: I’m his work wife. Ha. After the set we walked over to the side of the stage and he came over to chat with us for a bit.

We talked about a slew of different things. Nothing important really, just our usual bullshitting. Scars on 45 had told me to pass along their hellos the night before, so we talked about them. I joked to Matt I was cheating on him with them, and he replies, “Oh that’s okay. They are all much better looking and more talented than me.” HAHAHA.

Conversation with the man flows easily from subject to subject, and at one point he was talking about how he was somewhere the day before. He looks at me and asks, “Where was I yesterday?” (like I just know where he is 24/7?!)
“Um…you tweeted about Houston?”
“Yeah! I flew there for a day. To play some guys birthday.”
“What?! You can play my party anytime you want.”
“OKAY! Done.”
“Want to play my library?”
“Your library?! That’d be awesome. OH MY GOD! Because you’re a LIBRARIAN!!!”
Oh how all my boys in bands love that I work in a library…

He told us then about how he had a whole “slew” of new songs, and he’s just been writing day after day. I asked him, “What happened to you playing a new song last weekend in San Francisco? You lied to me!” and he said “I know, I know.”

I was asking if he had titles for any songs yet that he’d be willing to share, just to hold me over. “Titles. Yeah, yeah. There are some. Let me think of one that might spark excitement…” then he kinda looked into space and I don’t think he wanted to really share so I said, “Oh there’s that one called ‘Joslyn’…” and he shot back, “How’d you know about that one?! That’s a really good one. You’re gonna like it.” and gave me this adorable grin. Ugh. It is stupid how much I adore him.

We talked about running a bit. He was saying something about how he was offered to run the mini and he thought about it. He asked how I did, and I was telling him about it and my time. “47 minutes?! That’s good right?! That’s less than 10 minutes a mile! Duuuude!” was his cutest response ever. Then we talked about the people who won the half marathon and ran 13.1 miles in 1 hour and 3 minutes. What. The. Fuck. Way to make me feel like a snail.

We talked about next weekend, and how I was seeing him again. He was playing a festival show with Josh Radin, and we may have discussed why we both think he is a douche. Sorry to any of his fans, I’m sure if Ellen Degeneres had him play her wedding, that he has some sort of good to him. We also talked about a college show I was seeing him at again in November, that he didn’t know he was doing or at least forgot about. “It’s good to know you know my schedule better than I do.”

matty nay
There were other people waiting to talk to him, and I greedily was keeping him to my crew and I’s self. We took a quick group photo, and did the multiple goodbye hug thing, and I didn’t even feel bad about it because we were equally smelly for once. Said our “see you next week!” and then Tara and I headed back to Cindy Lou and Jaelyn’s place. We showered and then the 4 of us headed out to lunch at Sweet Tomatoe for lunch. I think I ate a salad the size of my face, multipled by the width of my hair (that’s big.)

Tara and I then parted ways, and headed back home. Good weekend.

Every day so caffeinated, I wish they were Golden Gated.

28 Dec

After flying to a half a dozen major cities to meet up with my TMC ladies over the past year, they finally came my way. Hello, airports! I am so glad to just drive to you to play chauffeur, and not actually be getting on a plane!

Matt Nathanson was playing a show in San Francisco, so the gals decided to fly in to attend it as well. I had already planned on going to the city the night before to see SafetySuit, so they all flew in a few days early to so we could spend the weekend together.

On Friday morning, I picked up Amber on the way to the city, at the San Jose airport. From the airport we braved the Palo Alto traffic (what is it about that short few mile distance on the 101 that ALWAYS has traffic?!) and I took her to my most favorite coffee place, Philz Coffee.


We then headed to the San Francisco airport, to get Amanda. From there, we headed to our hotel to check-in and freshen up before we headed to the Pier to see some San Francisco things. A friend had given me tickets to do a bunch of free stuff in the city, so we went ahead and used some of them. We went to the Wax Museum first (boring) then to Ripley’s Believe It Or Not Museum (cool!). At the end of Ripley’s there was a mirror maze, and that was hilarious trying to find our way through.

After Ripley’s we were cold, so we headed a few blocks down to Ghiradelli’s for hot chocolate. Seriously the only place I’ll splurge and drink “real” hot chocolate.  There’s actually a Ghiradelli’s only a few miles from where I live that I always forget about, and I have no clue why! It’s probably for the best.

Hot Chocolate

After hot chocolate, we went back to the hotel where Amber and Amanda passed out, and I headed back to the airport to pick up Sam, Becky, and Beth. For once I was the one not jet-lagged or tired! Everyone went right to sleep, and I laid awake for a bit just excited to be in everyone’s company.

We rose early the next morning to get ready to have a SF day. I hit up the gym while the first half of the girls showered. Then I somehow accidentally walked into a strangers room?! I still had my headphones on and was listening to music and I honestly don’t realize what happened until some woman was like, “Uh, you’re in the wrong room…” and I was like, “Oh shit! Sorry!” Way to go, self, way to go…

After we all got ready we headed out to my car and realized…how the eff were 6 of us going to FIT in my tiny car?! The only solution was for me to sit behind the passengers seat on the floor. I do not recommend this at home, kids. Do not try this! It is illegal, and uncomfortable, and totally not safe! But we did it anyway, because I had faith in Becky driving my car and me not dying.

Clown Car

We headed back to the Pier to do more free stuff, where we were greeted by many seals. First stop was lunch, since none of us had eaten anything. We went to Chowder, and it was delicious.

Second, we had tickets for a free carousel ride, so our inner child rode that shiz. Hello, Panda.

The next stop was a boat tour of the bay, and it was awesome! We went under the Golden Gate Bridge, and around Alcatraz and learned a lot about the city as we sailed by it. The only bad thing about this was it was SUPER windy and freezing, and even though we cuddled half of the ride we were all FREEZING.


After the boat tour we went to the Aquarium (another free thing I acted like a child at) and then we headed to Ghiradelli’s so the other half of the girls could experience the deliciousness.


After getting fat together once again, we headed out to Bottom of the Hill where SafetySuit was playing. Beth and I had meet and greets, so we had to be there early. We met up with Lisa and hung out until it was time for the m&g….which was on the tour bus. Oh, okay, if you insist. I had seen the band play a few times before, so when I walked on the bus I was greeted with, “hello’s” and “it’s been so long!” I love them.

We chatted them up for a few minutes before we took group photos and then went to wait back in line to be let in for the show.
SafetySuit m&g
Sf ss line

SafetySuit is probably the most energetic band I have ever seen play live. You can’t even begin to know how amazing their live show is, unless you’ve seen it. It’s unexplainable. You have to see this band live. Go, go, go.

After the set we went back to the hotel to take a “nap”. Seriously. We went to bed at 1am, and then woke up at 3am. Um, why? Because we wanted to be in line for the Matt show by 6am. Um, why? Because Ed Sheeran was also playing, and his fans are swarms of teenager girls. I’m serious, SWARMS.

It was early, dark, and cold. I was grumpy and exhausted. We waited in line until the doors opened at 11am, where we honestly ran for our lives to get front row, as 14,000 Ed fans ran behind us for the same reason. Save. Me. I love some Ed Sheeran, but his fans scare me to death. Ha.

After sitting through a few bands, Ed finally got on stage and girls went cray cray. High pitched screaming. Humungous sing a long. Despite the craze of his fans, I got into my own little music bubble to watch his set, and he blew me away. This kid is only 21, and he…hot damn he’s amazing. It helps that he is British too, and we know how I feel about British musicians. 😉 I’m seeing him again in February, and I can’t wait.


After Ed’s set, was Matt, and I almost felt bad for him because the amount of noise dropped drastically. I felt like the 6 of us in the front were the only true fans singing along, and I’m glad we were up close to support the homeboy. Now I understand why in New York Matt told us he was intimidated to play after Ed. Despite all that, Matt was his normal hilarious self. It was Becky’s 100th time seeing Matt, and we had made a pack a long time ago to all be together for it, so in a way, his set was a celebration.


By this point of the day, it had reached the high 70’s, and the sun was beating directly down on us. We decided to leave right after Matt played, because we wanted to beat the rush of people leaving, and we were pure exhausted. Half of the girls were leaving that night, so we got a much cheaper hotel room for that night (why do rates increase over 100% on Sunday nights?!) that we checked into, and then Googled a place to eat. We found ourselves at Fresh Choice, where I shoved my face with multiple plates of salad. After a fat weekend, my body appreciated the greens.

We hung out at the hotel for a little longer, (where half of the girls passed out for awhile; I have a secret photo of this but I won’t be mean and post it here, ha.) and then I sadly drove Becky and Beth to the airport and dropped them off. Booo. I hate when our weekends end!

The rest of the group was all pretty much beyond the point of staying conscious at this point, so we all conked out. The alarm was set for 5am, and it was off to drop Sam and Amanda off at the airport. Amber and I headed back to the hotel to eat the (gross) free breakfast, then headed to San Jose to drop her off for her flight home.

Sadly, I was alone again, and had to head home. Then I zombie worked an 8 hour shift. My co-worker bought me coffee in the middle of the day that I’m pretty sure it is the only thing that saved my life that day.

Stitch Fix.

22 Dec

You guys. I think I just joined what could become my most favorite thing ever.
Stitch Fix.

Stitch Fix is a personal styling service, tailored straight to your likes. (!!!!)

If you decide to sign up, (referral link for a invite at the end of this post) you fill out a pretty lengthy questionnaire about what styles/colors/fits/outfits you love or dislike. Then you schedule a date for a “fix” and a stylist picks out 5 pieces and sends them to your home.


This is amazing, because you can take your time trying on each item, and mixing and matching with pieces you already own that are in your closet!

Each fix “costs” a $20 stylist fee, but if you decide to keep any pieces, it is credited towards your order. If you decide to keep all 5 pieces, your entire order is discounted 25%. When you initially fill out the styling questionnaire, you choose how much you’d like to spend on each piece, so if you’re willing to put in good money for great pieces of clothes, 25% off can quickly add up!

For any pieces you decide not to keep, you just place into a prepaid postage envelope and drop it into the mail within 3 days of receiving your box. Simple! I just dropped my returns off yesterday, and it couldn’t have been easier. Seeing as it was 4 days until Christmas, the last thing I wanted to do was wait in a line at the post office.

Each fix comes with a small, fun, gift as well. I got a pocket mirror, a nail file, and these hair band things I am current obsessed with at the moment for some odd reason. I literally exclaimed, “Ohhhh! I love these!” (There’s was another hairband already in my hair when I took this photo…)


I got 5 pieces that each varied from one another. A dress, a blouse, a jacket, a pant & a scarf.

Each piece even comes with a tag that gives you outfit ideas. Smart, smart stylists.


I ended up only keeping the pant (I really wanted the dress and scarf too, but I own multiple LBDs and dozens upon dozens of scarfs, so I honestly just didn’t need ANOTHER of either) but the pant is the most amazing things I have ever tried on. They fit my odd shaped body perfectly and are so freaking comfortable. The price tag shocked me a little at first, but I buy $10 jeans at Forever21, so I think I need to add some classic pieces to my wardrobe anyway. Plus, they can be dressed up or down, and they really are fabulous. I would never have even looked at these in a store, so a huge thank you to Stitch Fix! I can’t wait to wear them! Plus it came with a cute little charm.

So, fun, right?! Stitch Fix is just a start up company still in Beta form, so you need an invite to join. Luckily, since I am now a member, I get to share invites with you. Click the referral link below to join (it’s about a week and a half wait after you send the invite request, so patient, grasshoppers), and then tell me all the fun stuff you get sent your way! The surprise element is honestly the best part. If Santa was a stylist…


We put our lives on show and yet we sing to a different song.

11 Nov

One day I’ll get back on track on actually blogging things on time, and not months later…here is another update from this past summer.

It had been four months since the last time I had seen Scars on 45, but after impatiently torturous waiting, it was time for a little road trip to see my favorite Brits.

The first show was in Reno, Nevada. Seeing as it was a 5 hour drive and in the middle of the week, I took a few days off of work. I picked up Tracy 2 hours into my drive, which made the last 3 hour trek go by quickly.

We arrived in Reno a little before the rest of the crew (they still had to work) and it was happy hour, so we took advantage of the cheap vodka and had a drink to pass the time. We chatted up our bartender until Dawn L and Tara arrived, and my other lovely friend Elyse was there with a friend to see the headliner, so we all hung out until doors opened.

There weren’t too many people at the show, but honestly that’s the way I like them. Small and intimate. Xenia from Season 1 of The Voice opened. She is the tiniest thing ever. I was so tired though, I have to admit I couldn’t really get into her music as she played. But, she did have this highly amusing sign onstage, that we quoted for the rest of the night to one another.

When Scars came out to set up before their set, Danny said hi to us and joked around that we were mental for being in Nevada. We may or may not have made a group name to call ourselves based on that comment. (#WCM!!!)

The set was pretty long for an opening slot. We were singing along loudly like always, and at one point, Aimee even encouraged us by putting her hand behind her ear and saying, “Where are my back up singers?” Yeah. I love them.

After their set we headed out to the merch table to say hi while Dia Frampton played. Much love and appreciation was given from the band. Each one kept coming back to finish talking to us between signing stuff for people who would approach and ask. I was telling Danny how it was only my tenth time seeing them, but already in my fifth state. He kept just shaking is head and hugging me. They are all huge on hugs, really. I lost track of how many hugs I received that night. Might I add I don’t know what scent those Brits wear, but they smell amazing, and my sweater still smelled like cologne the following morning, haha!

They asked us when they’d be seeing us next, and the looks of awe on their faces when we said, “Oh in two days. Napa. Then a few days later in San Diego. Then San Francisco.” (Can I just hitch a ride in the tour van, yet?)

After the show I followed Tara home and crashed on her couch. It was a 2.5 hour drive and we caffeinated and talked on the phone the entire way back to keep one another awake.

Poor Tara had to go to work early the next morning. She lives outside Sacramento, and I stopped in the city for a few hours to see my old friend Jonah Matranga play a show in the park in the middle of the afternoon (in 100 degree weather, holy sunburn!) before heading the 3 hours back home.

The next morning I went to work early, only to work a half day, and then head BACK 2 hours north to Dawn L and Tracy’s house. Wait, why even go home, you ask?

Scars had added the Napa show the day before the Reno show, because they had a few days off, and apparently get bored. HA. I would have just stayed up north for the night and asked for a third day off if I had known, trust me. I changed out of my work outfit when I got to their place, and then we drove the 40 minutes to Napa and met up with Tara and Megan at the venue.

The venue was a winery. You know what this means.

We had a few hours to wine and dine before the show portion was starting, so we were up to crazy shenanigans before we knew it.

Stu came over to say hi to us (really I think he came over to ask where I got my beer from. Everyone had wine in hand and I was a classy lady drinking beer from a can) and introduce us to one of the guys who worked for them, who told us, “I’ve heard all about you girls!” (Good things, I hope.) We chatted it up for awhile, and then we got the best news ever. Megan had mentioned how the two of us kept pimping them out and were trying to convince Sixthman to get them on The Rock Boat the next year.

“Sixthman? That cruise in February? Oh yeah. We just accepted. But its not announced officially for awhile so you can’t tell anyone quite yet.”

You don’t even understand how much I wanted to grab anyone in my line of site and hug them. Its been a few months months now and I still grin like a fangirl when I think of how amazing it’s going to be. February come quick, please!

But now let’s talk about how much of an idiot I am, and how I never bought a ticket to San Diego because I didn’t think it’d sell out, and then what happened? It sold out. Idiot. Dawn L and Tracy had been trying to convince me to just ask if they could possibly guest list me. This took me back to the Matt and Kelly show in Indio, and my whole, “I’ll never ask for anything!” rule.

Stu had mentioned something about us going to San Diego in a few days, and Dawn L straight up said, “Well, Joslyn actually can’t make San Diego any longer because she didn’t buy a ticket and now it’s sold out.” I made a sad face and Stu gave me a look.

“Oh, shut up! Joslyn if you want to go still, we’ll guest list you. I bet you were just too afraid to ask, weren’t you?” Pretty sure I sheepishly said, “Yes..” I then got lectured on how I am always welcomed and not allowed to be hesitate asking. Ha. Stu is my homeboy.

Let’s just say that by the time the band hit the stage, we all had knocked back a few drinks. Which means we were louder than normal.

Here’s a not so secret about me. When I find things extremely funny I snort laugh. And of course right after the band took the stage, and before they started playing their first song one of the girls must have said something I found amusing (OK fine, I was real tipsy, everything was amusing) and I snort laughed. Sure, whatever. But it was one of those awkward moments where the room is noisy so you’re talking loud, and then the music suddenly stops abruptly and you say something that everyone hears and it’s a little embarrassing. YEAH…the crowd silenced and the snort almost echoed. Oh. My God.

Aimee busts out laughing onstage. Danny is tuning his guitar and says, “Was that Joslyn?” NO NO NO. I automatically cover my face with both hands and want to die. Everyone is laughing, including me, but I was still so embarrassed!

So after my great start of the set, we are graced with the acoustic side of Scars. None of us had seen them play acoustically before, so I’m glad this show happened.

Afterwards we drink more, get into more shenanigans, tell the band drunk things, scream ROCK BOAT at all of them, and practically get shooed out by the owner because we’re lingering too long and probably beyond super obnoxious. Ooops, sorry. Dawn L drives our drunk asses to Denny’s for a sobering up meal, (thanks for being the DD!) and then we headed back to her place to crash.

The next morning we hung out and fed my caffeine addiction, before I had to head back home.

Five days later, Dawn L and Tracy drove down to my place after I worked and Zumba’d. The following morning we got up early to drive down to San Diego.

The drive to San Diego…let’s not even talk about that. Or actually, lets. Lets talk about how a 7 hour drive got turned in 11 due to traffic. Lets talk about how we were all going crazy. Lets talk about how I stuck my head out the back window at one part and yelled because being in the car for that long was messing with my mind. Lets talk about how I was supposed to meet up with my best friend who lives in San Diego before the show for dinner but had to cancel because we arrived so damn late. Oh em GEEEE. Worst travel day ever?!

When we finally checked into our hotel, we got ready super quick, and then walked straight to House of Blues a few blocks away because doors were already opened and the show was starting in a half hour. Thanks, SoCal traffic.

The first thing we saw while crossing the street to the venue was Stu and Chris. They waved and hugged us hello. “Did you find a ticket?” Stu asked me. “Wait, what?” I said. “I’m just kidding! You’re on the guestlist!” Not. Funny. They asked us how we were, we kinda groaned because we weren’t recovered from the drive from hell, and then we were off to find Will Call t pick up my ticket and head in.

Dawn L and I decided we needed a drink, pronto. Vodka Pineapple to the rescue! It definitely calmed us down and let us enjoy the show more. The show was the same line up as Reno. Xenia, Scars, Dia Frampton.

After Scars set, we headed to the back of the venue for another drink and to chat it up with our Brits again. I wore my awesome “geek glasses” to the show, and lets just say I was given a lot of shit for them. I do wear prescription glasses at work, but these are just plastic lenses and for fun. Nova kept asking why I’d wear “fake” glasses. I know it was all in good humor, but he couldn’t let it go. Ha. Speaking of Nova, he never really left our side for the rest of the night. He talked our ears off for over an hour and a half. We had SO much fun with him! He even fed the fire by buying us a THIRD drink, which hit me really hard and I got, um, really wasted. The snort laughs were out of control. Stu jokingly called me “little miss piggy” (that should sound mean, but its all in love.)

Chris was asking us where we were staying and if we’d be OK getting back there. I told him we were staying at the Holiday Inn down the street so we were fine. Then I sang Pitbull to him. “We at the hotel, motel, Holiday Innnnnn!” Oh my mouth. I need to tape it shut. I’m totally a fun drunk though. At one point Chris was just laughing and told me, “You are my favorite.” Winner…or he was just as drunk as I.

At the end of the night a photo shoot with Nova happened. He wanted the crazy photos, so don’t blame me.

After we said our goodbyes to the band, we headed to Subway since it was the only thing open at that hour, and we missed dinner due to traffic. After, we headed back to the hotel for some much needed sleep. I giggled excessively until I fell asleep and the next morning I remember waking up and saying, “oh my GOD. Did I really say all these things to the band I THINK I said?!” Yes. Yes I did.

We drove back to Monterey (no traffic, hooray.) and Dawn L and Tracy continued their drive back north. I was passed out before 10pm because the next morning I had to wake up at 4:30am.

It’s still dark at 4:30am. I showered and packed a lunch and then headed into San Francisco’s Golden Gate Park for the last Scars show.

They were playing Alice Radio’s annual Summerthing show, alongside Boys Like Girls and Adam Lambert (who I really, really cannot stand.) We actually talked about Adam Lambert with the band in Reno, and they said they had played a show with him a year or so ago and did not respect him because he was a huge diva and took over an hour to soundcheck, leaving all the other bands on the bill to not have time for one. Rude. So when I told them I pretty much was hoping to leave before he even started playing because I cannot stand his voice, they were happy. Ha.

Tara and I got there around 8am. Dawn L and Tracy unfortunately couldn’t make it last minute, which was sad. It was early, but there were already a few dozen Adam fans buzzing around. Chris came over to say hi when Scars arrived, and he told us that we got there before the band was even awake. Haha. We watched soundcheck and then waited for the show to start, which couldn’t come fast enough. Adam Lambert fans are WEIRD.

After Scars’ set, we headed to the back of the crowd to get iced coffees and to say hi at the merch table before we headed home.

“Where are your glasses?” Stu asked right before we took the photo. I had them in my bag so I put them on and everyone cheered and I was called Lois Lane. Haha.

Oh how I have a huge crush on the entire band.