I am insanely hung over.
I have massive bruises all over my shins.
My ears are ringing.
My throat hurts.
Last night was incredible. I picked up Tiny Friend from work at the Urb, and she changed quickly and we went to the Marquis. Esprit De Corps, Regret Nights (?), The Menzingers and Broadway Calls. The Menzingers RULED so hard. They covered Billy Bragg To Have and Have Not. Just good, good good good. Broadway Calls as usual were flawless. I lost my shit when they played Suffer the Kids and was the first stage diver of the night and that just kicked it all off. Also, was the only girl stage diving except for Erika who is on tour with them.
After the show I said my good byes and picked up a shirt and CD and drove to Rachel's to change to theoretically go to this party. Didn't happen. Don't want to get into the mechanics of it, but it's basically BULLSHIT.
So instead I got texts from friends saying to come to Sputnik to hang out with the dudes in town. So I went down there (IN MY DRESS) and drank PBR and ate chips with Emma. Dudes are awesome, and some of the most legit people ever.
Since I'm so broken I'm gonna go get a massage.
Staying around Aurora today. Toooooo pooped.
August is too far away! Come back already, BC!
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Monday, June 8, 2009
No Rules No Trust
Saturday night I left to meet Rachel and Lyle at their house (they live in the same building) to watch a bit of weeds and potentially go pool hopping in Kyle's neighborhood once he got off work. We lurked the net, talked a bunch of shit, almost made Lyle vomit by talking about stepping on nails (Sorry Lylely Face).
Then we got ice cream at queen soopers and drove to Kyles to meet him when he got off work. We actually beat him there so we hung out in the hall, Rachel and I getting down on the tasty treats.
Then we went to JR's, the gay bar, where Kyle told me I had to pretend to be his girlfriend. He didn't really get bothered so my services were useless.
We went to Tom's diner afterwards and hung out and got food and were ridiculous, per usual.
Sunday morning John called me to remind me that we had plans (ughh) to grab breakfast and go to the mountains to help him de-anxietize about moving. We ate at this joint called Poppie's in the Wellshire neighborhood that was fantastic. Good coffee, fantastic french toast, and flawless bacon. JH got some enormous breakfast burrito, and was obnoxious (as usual). In a drunken stupor the night before he'd shaved off the bottom part of his facial hair but left his mustache and left his 5 o'clock shadow so he looked like a total boner.
Seeing it was going to rain we bailed on the plans to go to the mountains and he called some people who were bbqing. He let me drive his incredibly nice Honda Ridgeline all day! We picked up Cian (also a high school friend) and started heading towards Ali's house. It started hailing and the hail was easily quarter sized. Idiot John rolls down the window and starts to put his head out to catch one in his mouth (yeah) and one lands right on his dick, and he decided that game sucked and rolled the window back up. Then John goes: "I wonder if we're going to have any tornados with this weather?" and as Cian's looking out the window out east he sees funnel clouds...
These idiot boys wanted me to drive TOWARDS it as Ali and Co were supposedly over there. I said fuck no, and as I was in charge of the vehicle headed west. Nope nope nope. Not playing that game.
We did stop at the Cherry Creek Dam.
As the weather cleared up we made it to another park and barbecued and drank a bunch of beer. Then we just hung out and shot the shit about the good old days, and after a couple hours bailed and they bought me Cherry Cricket for being awesome and driving their silly drunk asses around all day.
Tonight was Cruel Hand, tomorrow is Broadway Calls.
Summer has no rules.
Then we got ice cream at queen soopers and drove to Kyles to meet him when he got off work. We actually beat him there so we hung out in the hall, Rachel and I getting down on the tasty treats.
Then we went to JR's, the gay bar, where Kyle told me I had to pretend to be his girlfriend. He didn't really get bothered so my services were useless.
We went to Tom's diner afterwards and hung out and got food and were ridiculous, per usual.
Sunday morning John called me to remind me that we had plans (ughh) to grab breakfast and go to the mountains to help him de-anxietize about moving. We ate at this joint called Poppie's in the Wellshire neighborhood that was fantastic. Good coffee, fantastic french toast, and flawless bacon. JH got some enormous breakfast burrito, and was obnoxious (as usual). In a drunken stupor the night before he'd shaved off the bottom part of his facial hair but left his mustache and left his 5 o'clock shadow so he looked like a total boner.
Seeing it was going to rain we bailed on the plans to go to the mountains and he called some people who were bbqing. He let me drive his incredibly nice Honda Ridgeline all day! We picked up Cian (also a high school friend) and started heading towards Ali's house. It started hailing and the hail was easily quarter sized. Idiot John rolls down the window and starts to put his head out to catch one in his mouth (yeah) and one lands right on his dick, and he decided that game sucked and rolled the window back up. Then John goes: "I wonder if we're going to have any tornados with this weather?" and as Cian's looking out the window out east he sees funnel clouds...
These idiot boys wanted me to drive TOWARDS it as Ali and Co were supposedly over there. I said fuck no, and as I was in charge of the vehicle headed west. Nope nope nope. Not playing that game.
We did stop at the Cherry Creek Dam.
As the weather cleared up we made it to another park and barbecued and drank a bunch of beer. Then we just hung out and shot the shit about the good old days, and after a couple hours bailed and they bought me Cherry Cricket for being awesome and driving their silly drunk asses around all day.
Tonight was Cruel Hand, tomorrow is Broadway Calls.
Summer has no rules.
Saturday, June 6, 2009
how it is and how it used to be
I am not sure why I am posting right now, as I know I am going to later after I get home. Tonight is going to be OUT OF HAND. I'm not going to give it away because I'm sure that posting openly about it may get the cops called and I've had enough interactions with THA MAN in the last couple weeks that I'm sure my luck is wearing out.
Besides that, a friend being stressed and not talking to me about the issue makes me feel bad, like I could be doing more to alleviate the situation. Friday is his last day in town. I need to figure out when we can hang out before he leaves for good! I have CD's to give him!
Besides that, a friend being stressed and not talking to me about the issue makes me feel bad, like I could be doing more to alleviate the situation. Friday is his last day in town. I need to figure out when we can hang out before he leaves for good! I have CD's to give him!
Friday, June 5, 2009
AAAH NOPE.
The dream team is ridiculous. The Harlem Globetrotters? The Sharks? The Jets? The Tiny Friends and Hip Dudes?
A progression.
After a client freaking out about me not calling them back in .02 seconds I can't get them on the phone for a confirmation for tomorrow. This is asinine.
RESTLESS. Gotta get out of town for a week or two.
A progression.
After a client freaking out about me not calling them back in .02 seconds I can't get them on the phone for a confirmation for tomorrow. This is asinine.
RESTLESS. Gotta get out of town for a week or two.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Homesick
Thanks to a post on the FFH board, I'm homesick.
From four square in 2003 with kids from the good old days, to summers and winters spent in a shithole that was too hot and too cold. Ears ringing for days after the ITC last show, and puking because of the last 5280 sing-a-long. Pillow fights, dog piles, homeless dudes lurking after dark. Seeing Crime in Stereo, Broadway Calls, Fireworks, Outbreak, Hour of the Wolf, Blacklisted, Shipwreck, Have Heart, Verse, Down to Nothing, Dead Hearts, Justice, Iron Age, Far From Finished, Die Young, This is Hell, Daggermouth, Trash Talk, Life Long Tragedy, I Rise, Killing the Dream, Set it Straight... I could go on. Not including all the locals come and gone through the years.
Nostalgia.
From four square in 2003 with kids from the good old days, to summers and winters spent in a shithole that was too hot and too cold. Ears ringing for days after the ITC last show, and puking because of the last 5280 sing-a-long. Pillow fights, dog piles, homeless dudes lurking after dark. Seeing Crime in Stereo, Broadway Calls, Fireworks, Outbreak, Hour of the Wolf, Blacklisted, Shipwreck, Have Heart, Verse, Down to Nothing, Dead Hearts, Justice, Iron Age, Far From Finished, Die Young, This is Hell, Daggermouth, Trash Talk, Life Long Tragedy, I Rise, Killing the Dream, Set it Straight... I could go on. Not including all the locals come and gone through the years.
Nostalgia.
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