It be Toosdee. Blee blah blo. I am so... I don't know. Not able to concentrate? What else is new? I hafta do statements. I'm putting it off.
We had a great weekend. First of all, what IS it with bands that like to fuck with their fans? Just because you're a success doesn't mean you can just stand up on stage and basically pick your ass with a guitar string. Friday night I went to a Melvins concert with my brother. I was expecting some great punk. I think they played five chords the whole show. Fuckers didn't even stay on for an hour and NO ENCORE. What the fuck is THAT shit?! Assholes. It wasn't one of their better shows and unfortunately it was the first show of theirs that I'd seen. But I made it fun. I pushed myself all the way up to the front. Got flail my arms on the stage. I loved being squished and knocked around by a bunch of idiots. I was laughing hysterically as I bounced from one sweaty dork to the next. Ahhh...the lovely Troub. What a great place for a show. I love the intimacy. The band is like RIGHT THERE. Too bad they sucked this time.
Saturday was a hot, lazy day. I discovered little bruises on my thighs from the night before. Cool...battle scars. We managed to run a few errands in the morning and then spent the rest of the day lazing around. Sunday was the annual family beer bust. We had so much fun, especially Ron. He loves my big family because he comes from such a small one. It was a day of eating, drinking, beer pong and poker. I also smoked a lovely cigar. My brother Eric is part of a cigar club and I tried one of his stogies a few years back...mmmmm... Now I like to join the men and have a ceee-garrr at the family gatherings. Heh, Ron came by while I was gripping it in my teeth, trying to light it... He's all, "Yep, that's my wyyyfff!" All the while he's turning green.
This weekend can't be so lax. No...we really have to start getting serious about packing. I have to start putting things aside to bring to Good Will and such. I'm finally going to depart from the old pans, dishes and kitchen utensils that I took from my grandparents house when I first moved out on my own. I also have old blankets, comforters and towels to ditch. It's going to be so great starting out fresh! I tell you, knowing we're going to be moving has improved my overall mood so much!
I guess it's time to get on with my boring day. Fuck. I don't WANNA do statements! And then it's laundry day. AGAIN! Yea, I've put it off for another week. This morning I had no clothes to choose from. I'm almost going to have an underwear emergency. Unless I go shopping like I did last time I put off laundry. Ugh...
1 comment:
I love the troubador, and that's why I love the Roxy too, get up close and personal reach out and touch the band you love. Sucks when the band blows, bastards!
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