I had a chance to watch most of the Dave Matthews Band (DMB) webcast concert last night and all of the premiere episode of the fourth season of Project Runway. A fortuitous night for me, it was.
Project Runway was as fun as always. Now, I have to get used to a whole new cast of designers. I have watched all of the previous three seasons of the show and the designers are getting mixed up in my head. Who won each season, again? Who competed against whom in the finales? Oh, the distress of keeping it all straight! No matter what the attitude of the designers, it’s all about the clothes – how creative they are and how well executed. That’s the beauty of the show and why it’s the one reality show I can consistently watch. (I guessed correctly that Simone would be kicked off, but only when it got down to the last three designers, so don’t place any bets on my predictions.)
As for the DMB webcast, I was pleasantly surprised with how clearly it came through the computer. Just like I was watching a TV show. The image only broke up a couple of times. Once, I lost it completely, but I think I pushed something I shouldn’t have pushed. When the screen went black, I could still hear what was going on in the show. Dave had apparently sopped some of the buckets of sweat off his head and someone was begging him to throw the sweat-laden towel into the audience. Eeeyew! I don’t care how famous you are, I don’t want your sweat-laden towel. Dave was sweating so badly that it was running is sheets down his back, as evidenced by his shirt, which looked as though it had been dunked in a river. Dave at least had the decency to remark that no one should have to come in contact with the towel, except the one who had sullied it. (I’m paraphrasing here. My memory’s not that good.)
At one point during the concert, someone passed a military hat to Dave. This was West Point, after all. They wanted Dave to put it on and Dave warned the audience that he could never find hats that fit because he has a big head – full of fat, he said. Sure enough, he put the hat on, but it merely perched on the top of his head and he joked that he looked like Barney Fife. Do you think he would mind if we asked about the size of his mom’s hips?
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November 16, 2007 at 4:02 pm
Erin
surely there’s someone sexy enough to be worthy of the sweaty towel? You have me inspired: http://mgoetts.blogspot.com/
November 16, 2007 at 4:56 pm
woowooteacup
My husband is the sexiest guy I know. If he threw me a sweat-laden towel, I would know that he meant for me to put it in the laundry. That sounds sexist, yet I could throw a sweat-laden towel at him and he’d put it in the laundry for me, too. He’s a sweetie like that.
November 17, 2007 at 1:27 pm
Erin
Must be nice.
My husband better never throw a sweat-laden towel at me. Ever. Especially to put it in the laundry. (He’s good about not assuming I will always do the “women’s work” – usually.)
November 17, 2007 at 3:38 pm
woowooteacup
Ditto on the whole “women’s work” thing here, too. My husband grew up with three sisters and a strong-minded, liberated mother. There is no such thing as women’s or men’s work for him.