You're lucky for shizzy...

I have a huge girl crush on Tristan Prettyman right now! Tonight I went to see her at World Cafe Live and I can confirm that she is, in fact, the bomb! I got my ticket weeks ago, but failed to notice that if you want a good table, you have to reserve ahead. I called today and they gave me a place, but since it was late and I was by myself (everyone I usually try to drag to concerts is out of town), they put me at the bar. I had delicious duck quesadillas with sour cream and salsa verde and pineapple juice with vanilla vodka. I didn't feel odd at all being by myself, I felt adventurous and slightly classy!
The opener was Ronnie Day. He had a nice voice but the poor boy needs a good therapist! His entire set chronicled his love affair with a girl named Jamie who left him for another man. People talked right through the set and while I felt for him, I couldn't really blame them.
When Trizzy came on, nobody seemed to notice; had they never seen her before? I actually started the clapping. She played stuff from Twentythree, some new stuff, and a Patsy Cline cover. She had great between-song banter! She looked like she'd just stopped in to play on her way home from the beach in a visor, tank top, frayed jean skirt and sandals. Her set seemed really short, but it was kind of nice that way. Sometimes you're lovin' a concert, but your hands are tired of clapping and you just can't stop yawning.
After a gratifying final encore of Love, Love, Love, I settled my tab (I don't think I've ever had my own tab before) and went to the merch table and got a shirt that I am going to wear for a week! I was standing in line to meet Tristan when I realized I had nothing for her to sign and had even left my camera at home! I was on the verge of having her sign my arm when, in an act of uncharacteristic extroversion, I asked the girl in front of me if she would take a picture for me and email it. Wooohooo! I was wobbly in the knees in the presence of Prettyman greatness and I always feel like what the hell can you say to an artist after a show that fifty people before you haven't already said, so I thanked her, she signed my ticket stub and my new friend Kelly Christine took the shot (neither of us looking our best, but hell, its Trizzy and me with our arms around eachother)!
On the way to my car I decided I need to become my own rock star. I have this pattern of idolizing artists and then becoming frustrated that they aren't actually my friends. Being my own rock star doesn't necessarily mean performing (although the first thing I'm doing when I settle in California is finding me some people to make music with!), but being awesome and appreciating my own awesomeness. And hey, I'm about to go on tour and live out of my car...very rock star! I think I'll make t-shirts!