Archive | December, 2011

Holiday preparations and celebrations

19 Dec

It’s Christmastime in the Evans house!

Addam and I have spent the past few weeks decorating for the holidays and stocking up on gifts. While we knocked the majority of our shopping out in one night (give or take a few hours on ebay), we’ve made an effort to stretch out the season as best we can.

Although I’m sure everyone reading this already knows, Addam and I are spending the holidays at his parents’ house in Athens, Ohio. Even though Emily, Ryan, Steve, Judy and Dave visited us around this time last year, it’s been two years since we’ve had a real, family Christmas, and we’re very much looking forward to the trip.

We leave this Wednesday and return the following Wednesday — just in time to ring in the new year in the MIA. As fun as that should be, I can’t wait to get away for the holidays. It just doesn’t feel like Christmas at 75 degrees, especially without family close.

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Smells Like Funk: The Black Eyed Peas’ final show

5 Dec


Addam and I have been peabodies since my freshman year in college, shortly after the group added Fergie and  headed into their first tour as a foursome. We saw them play a half-empty James Madison University convention center in 2004, slowly sneaking closer to the stage with every song. It was one of the first shows we saw together, and one that’s stayed with us despite the hundreds we’ve seen since.

I remember hanging out outside the building after the show, watching as roadies lugged equipment onto the tour bus. I remember the shock I felt when I saw Apl.de.ap bring out an amp, followed by Taboo. I remember chatting with them about how much I enjoyed the performance — grabbing autographs and waiting an hour for Will.i.am to make his way to the bus. I remember how suave and soulful he was once he did. I remember Fergie taking her sweet ass time to make it out of her dressing room and having to line up for her autograph, not knowing if she’d stop and sign the 8″x11″ photo I had of the opening band. I remember how happy I was when she did. I remember that she was short, sweet and soft, and I remember telling her how much I enjoyed the show. I remember her sincere smile as she thanked me and moved on to the next adoring fan.

It was an amazing night, and I’ve enjoyed seven fabulous years of Black Eyed Peas music since. Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end…or at least take a hiatus.

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