Last night we went to see DEVO at the Hollywood Racetrack. Lamar, his friend R and I got there good and early to bet on ponies, eat, and for those two to buy energy domes…

(Sorry baby for the awful picture, but the energy dome figures hugely in the events to come) Lamar and I were watching a horse named Jaco Red (picked for the similarity to “Jocko Homo”) and some guy interrupted us while the race was going on, being all “can I ask you guys a question?” Fortunately Jaco Red lost quickly so we gave this guy our attention.

Before we knew it we were being trotted to the winner’s circle, interviewed for the track TV (I think I said “yeaaaah, Devo!” a couple dozen times). The winning jockey seemed a little miffed that someone else was getting all the attention. So I put him in my pocket to settle him down.

Lamar’s quick-thinking friend Dan took a snap of us on the big screen. Not long after, I got this text:

It’s Kendra! Are you at the track and did I just see you on the jumbotron w a friend wearing a hail satan shirt?!?

Hilarious! Kendra is a friend and former colleague who I haven’t seen since 2003! (For the record, it’s a “Hail Miroslav Šatan” teeshirt)

After our big debut, two things happened. Famous artist Coop looked at us (hi Coop! too shy to say hi to you!)  and we were given backstage passes.

Being a lawn jockey for big laughs. We accidentally went upstairs when leaving the winner’s circle. The fancy section is a whole other world. So fancy and so not for us!

(photos brought to you by liberally stealing them from others’ Facebook accounts)

Once backstage, stuff like this happened. Oh, just holding hands with Mark Mothersbaugh, leader of the most influential band/art movement in my life.

Get in there, Bob 2! (don’t ask me what’s up with the silly making fun of devil stuff. i don’t know)

Booji Boy and short shorts. Out of his fanny pack, Booji Boy grabbed handfuls of superballs and bounced them into the audience; before that, other members spun mini Frisbees into the crowd (after rubbing them on themselves).. upon closer inspection, they were pitas with “Devo” written in Sharpie on them. Ha!

The music sounded perfect. The big lightup display was fantastic. I’m going to have to end this because I sound 17 and silly.

One of the best nights ever.