Apr 30, 2006 01:53
As a post-script to my last entry, I've also a welt on my forehead and the absolutely ugliest paper cuts one could ever lay eyes on.
Let me say a few words on the new place of work- thus far (yes, I am still here), I've played Black Mountain, Rasputina and Sleater-Kinney, sat in a 1930's school-desk smoking cloves, drinking red-bull and vodkas, eating pastries and hassling people for money, got doubley high and spaced out to a burlesque dollhouse skit, followed by a male pogo-stick stripper, bartended for many an hour, perhaps found a drummer, showed off some photosets and set up some photosets.
That leaves me here.