soo....i woke up this morning in extreme amounts of pain mostly stemming from my uterine area. god cursed me and made me female. i was also really sleepy from the show and the previous lack of sleep etc etc etc. and then i realized that i haven't taken a day off since august, and for me that is really fucking good (plume, i know you understand me on this one)...so i called in and took the day off. the only thing stopping me from taking over the world is the large amount of blood pouring from my crotch at the moment.
oh yeah i know you wanted to hear that
really.
the show last nite was alright i suppose...i had a good time at least. i think we played rather well (though it was a pretty short set), and...i'm sorry...but i didn't dig the other band so much. they were good---at moments. to me it sounded like a lot of buildup into a lot of nothing. or the loudness and energy falling off a cliff and plummeting to its death in the middle of a song. too much stop.start.stop.start.stop.start for me. though i guess they kinda had to be that way, considering every two seconds they were thrashing around and breaking their guitars and shit. okay just that one guy broke his guitar.
one of the guys had his strap duct taped to his guitar and i could almost distinctly hear jimmy say, "straplocks, dude...straplocks."
and i think i also pissed off one of the minions of the other band whilst dave and i were commenting on the fact that the tv's upstairs still had the volume turned on. i said to him, "yeah, people were probably thinking during our set, 'could that band stop playing so we can watch tv?'" only it got quiet when i said "could that band" and all that girl heard was the last part of it, so she gave me this look-of-death apparently thinking i meant could the other band stop playing etc etc etc whatever. eh, fark her.
interesting post-show story...
...lalalalala...
our band and a few other people were going to tamara's friend kara's after the show, just to hang out and play guitar for a while, stuff like that. i had taken my mum home, and laura was with me, we were on the corner of tillotson and mcgalliard and darrik was in front of us in his big honkin child molester van. there was this huuuuuuge wreck on mcgalliard, and from where we were sitting you couldn't really tell that it was taking up the entire right side of the road...the light turned green, and darrik went, then careened off of the road and sped around this big tow truck that was in the right lane. yes in his van. so i was behind him, and i went too when the light turned....after darrik's nice little show (which was not his fault...you literally couldn't tell the tow truck was completely in the lane until you were right on top of it). so this cop runs out in front of me and holds his hand out for me to stop.
so i'm stopped halfway thru the turn.
in the middle of mcgalliard.
one of the busiest streets in muncie.
at nite.
there are cars behind me.
they are honking.
laura and i are laughing because darrik had to go all the way off the road to get around the tow truck.
just sitting there....with a cop standing in front of me. there's people running around everywhere, i don't know what to do...the cop walked away to the other side of the road....................
......so i went.
i'm driving in the grass beside the road almost around the whole ordeal and THE FUCKING TOW TRUCK STARTS MOVING. meaning...i am now driving in the grass next to the road alongside a moving tow truck. so what do i do...........i floor it.
the tow truck's honking at me and laura and i are repeating "oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit" there are flashing lights behind me and i'm just riding on the gas pedal like no one's ever ridden a gas pedal before.....as the saying doesn't go. i speed up to the next stoplight and turn right as fast as i can.........pull up and park the car behind ihop.
I HID FROM THE COPS BEHIND THE FUCKING IHOP, DUDE.
we sat there cracking up and still repeating "oh shit" while laura asked me if i wanted to be thelma or louise. waiting for the tow truck to pass.
the tow truck never came, where the fuck did the tow truck go?!?!? so after a minute or two i got out onto the bethel extension and it was off to kara's. on the lamb...heheheheheh.
so fucking funny.
and now i'm here at home and dave's at work cos i knew there was no way he'd stay with me i mean why would he do that heheheheh. it's all cool. we took a nap in the chair this afternoon, under a big blanket. it was nice. it was good. it was nice.
and i make no sense and i'm boring, so i'm gonna get off of this silly thing and call me mudder. need to take some boxes to the storage space, and since she is in possession of a van-like vehicle......she's the lucky one i ask. darrik has a van, but that would entail 1) hanging out with me and 2) doing something nice. both of which he apparently wants nothing to do with.
happy trails
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"i forget to forget / nothing is important / holding back the fool again"
