Why Can't I be Coy Like Regina?

Friday night was the Regina Spektor show, and for once I actually got to go to a show I wanted to see. I had been waiting for it for sooOOOooOO long and it was well worth it! Abs and I went to Eastern Standard before & after and got French fries both times--whoopsie. At the show Regina wore a sparkly shrug (I was wondering if those were still cool) and there were fake sparkly stars behind her and her voice was like a million little fairy wings flapping in the night. Whatever that means. It sounds good, no? When she spoke between sets it was so cute it almost killed me dead.

I was thinking today about how I usually start to talk with the same voice as whoever I am hanging out with. It's something that annoys me about myself, but I can't really change it. It kind of make makes me worry I am too impressionable and maybe have low self-esteem. But even if I'm around someone I don't like very much, chances are I will start talking like them. Maybe if I went to enough Regina shows I could start talking in her garbly little Russian-Brooklyn (rusch-ook-lyn?) gurgle voice.

Anywho, she didn't sing the song that I wanted to hear SO BAD, Chemo Limo. But this girl does a neat-o live rendition of it. Thanks, youtube.

After the show, the champagne was flowing at East Stands and methinks I had a tad too much to drink. But French fries and bubbly never tasted so sweet.