Admiral Twin was playing at Mayfest in Tulsa, OK. I, being the [un]lucky person that I am, was unable to attend... as usual. Same goes for Annette. She actaully had reservations and everyting, at Adams Mark hotel, but her father decided not to go and canceled them because of the tornadoes. Reading all the posts at news: alt.fan.admiral-twin by excited goopers who were flying from all over the country to see AT, made us jealous and bitter, declaring hate for all our friends that would be there. Especially when we found out that, after the show, the band would be hanging out/eating at Village Inn with all the fans. So, to get our minds off our jealousy, we decided to revise our little dysfunctional AT website. We were in the process of doing so when Annette's phone rang at about 1:00am EST... and no, it wasn't her parole officer. ;)

Brittani was sweet enough to use her cell phone and dial Annette's house in Cali. and let her talk to Jarrod, Mark and John for about 15 minutes. (Brad wasn't there) Britt ended up getting bitched out by her grandmother for like an hour about that. So then Wanda was kind enough to let her use her cell phone to call me so I could talk to them too... but I was on the phone with Annette at the time. *slaps forehead* Figures. Jarrod and Mark were cool enough to leave a message on my voice mail though. :D

A post from AFAT, for your reading pleasure :

-----Original Message-----
From: SAHAnnette
Newsgroups: alt.fan.admiral-twin
Date: Sunday, May 16, 1999 4:47 AM
Subject: Re: MAYFEST...in all of its splendor.

>LoL you only broke my eardrum...but that's ok:D

ok.
i was sitting there.. pissed at my 'rents forgrounding me... my brothers
were
being extremely annoying.... and then the phone rings.
i usually let the machine get it.... 'don't get it' i say....
so of course,
my brother gets it.

it's brittani...
i get all excited.
'hold on ' brittani says...
i hold on.

'hi'
'who's this?'
'jarrod'
'NO. really . who is this?'

and then... well. after a couple of 'no really who?' 's
i went! =OOOO
NO WAY!

and i got up from my chair...
the phone went flying.... landing on the *glass* cofee table...
i run to get it...
accidently socking my bro in the chin with my elbow... which causes him to
scream out a couple of 4 letter words....while landing on the phone
pressing the
'speaker' option..
then my mother
moreexcitedthanme
runs into the room....screaming in spanish...
while my 6 yr old bro continues with his 'iwanna talk to mark. if you get
o
talk to mark. let me talk to him ok? OKAY?! annette. annette. annette.
annette.
annette..."

ahhhh.
so i run to get the phone. drop it..
pick it up.

lock myself in the bathroom...
drop the phone
and pick it up...
--Annette

And so ends the story of how our spiffy friends, brought Mayfest TO us, and turned a depressing day into an exciting one.

Britt and Wanda are our heros.

Long live AFATers.

[coughdontforgetalexgavebritt5buckscough]