"He's like, the perfect guy. I don't care how gay that makes me sound."
Friday I went up to school to work on this women in music project with this girl D'Arcy, who I'll admit I passed judgement on because she's platinum blonde and works at LuluLemon, but she turned out to be really cool. We have similar tastes in music and she's pretty funny. Anyway, we managed to get a lot of work done in a short time, which made me happy. Then I called Lucas and went to his dorm and we watched What Dreams May Come. Although the movie had some pretty sad parts, overall it made me feel way better about death, which is something that's been hitting me and people I know pretty hard lately. After the movie it was time for HOCKEY so we went up to the pub and shared a pitcher and some prawns while we watched the game and talked about serious things and funny things and inappropriate things ("I love sexual euphemisms that make no sense. 'Oh, up late doing some *wink wink* long division last night? I hope you didn't end up with a remainder!'") Then at 8:30 I had to catch the bus to go out to Coquitlam for Sarah's birthday.
When I got there someone had already turned on the hockey game, so I watched the end of the third period and the OT while other people arrived. Some people had brought wine, but Sarah didn't have a corkscrew so we went to ask the people upstairs to borrow one. When we opened the first bottle I told Tracy to check to see if the other bottles had corks or not and she said they didn't, so I took the corkscrew back. But sure enough, an hour later Sarah goes to open her wine and she's like, 'um, how am I going to open this?' so Tracy had to go back and borrow the corkscrew AGAIN. Anyway, we had some wine and birthday cake and then all the marrieds went home so it was just the regular girls' crew, which was nice. We talked and laughed and around 2:30 everyone was like 'oh shi it's late' and went home, and I crashed on Sarah's futon.
Saturday morning I woke up at 7:30 and barfed. I guess the two glasses of wine were deceptively large. Then I slept off and on between instances of vomiting until Sarah got up at 10. I texted Dennis to see if he could come pick me up but didn't get a response. She dropped me off at Coquitlam Centre on her way to work and I barfed in the parking lot. I braved the bus but had to throw up into a plastic bag, and later, my coffee mug. D: D: Dennis texted back around 1:30 saying he'd just woken up, but I was already home so I drank some water and went to bed until 5pm. Dennis and I were to meet outside Richard's on Richards at 8 for Destroyer; I was running about half an hour late so I messaged him to let him know. Would have been nice if he'd done the same; he didn't show up until like twenty to ten >:( But he said he was sorry and he felt like a super jerk (he figured there were going to be other people we knew there so I wouldn't be waiting around alone) so there's that.
The first few openers were very not good, especially this one, I think they were called Vote Robot, that was basically like 25 minutes of feedback and static. When I turned to Dennis and said, "This is basically the worst music ever," he said, "Oh, are they playing? I thought they were like, checking their mics or something," so that should give you an idea of what it sounded like :/ Anyway, we barely paid attention; we were having a good time drinking and talking about friends, crazy people, music, picking up chicks, Six Feet Under, Dennis's man-crushes, and other fun things. After my rough morning I decided to take it pretty easy on the booze (like maybe three drinks and equal amounts of water), and Dennis was drunk but he seemed okay during the third- and second-last openers, Riff Randells (decent chick punk band that I'd probably never listen to outside of a live setting) and Pink Mountaintops whom I'd listened to before; they're all right but I just wasn't that interested at the time.
Anyway, near the end of Pink Mountaintops' set we edged our way towards the front, but Dennis was pretty rough. He kept saying, "I drank too many booze... I'm not responsible for my actions." He had his arm draped over my shoulders so I could keep him steady, and his head drooped onto my chest. "Wake me up when it starts," he said. I petted his hair and made sure he wasn't like, going to pass out on me. Basically as soon as Destroyer came on he was like, "I have to go." I kept asking him if he was okay, and he kept shaking his head. I took him over to the wall and we sat down and I could tell it was only a matter of time before he barfed, so I told him to let me know if he needed to. After like five minutes he got up and said, "I'm gonna go," and walked off. I tried to catch up with him, but I had to get my coat from coat check and by the time I got outside I couldn't see him anywhere. I was worried, and a little pissed, but he texted me telling me Jackie had picked him up, so I went back in and watched the rest of Destroyer and let someone else take care of his drunk ass for once. Unfortunately my toque was still in his back pocket, so I had a pretty cold walk home from Cambie at 2am. Supposedly Dennis is coming by today to give it back, but it's like 4pm and I haven't heard a word from him.
edit: he showed up around 6:30 with my hat and the money he owed me for the concert. Apparently his phone died and he'd left his charger at home. Maybe I should have figured something like that, instead of just assuming he's deliberately being a douche.
When I got there someone had already turned on the hockey game, so I watched the end of the third period and the OT while other people arrived. Some people had brought wine, but Sarah didn't have a corkscrew so we went to ask the people upstairs to borrow one. When we opened the first bottle I told Tracy to check to see if the other bottles had corks or not and she said they didn't, so I took the corkscrew back. But sure enough, an hour later Sarah goes to open her wine and she's like, 'um, how am I going to open this?' so Tracy had to go back and borrow the corkscrew AGAIN. Anyway, we had some wine and birthday cake and then all the marrieds went home so it was just the regular girls' crew, which was nice. We talked and laughed and around 2:30 everyone was like 'oh shi it's late' and went home, and I crashed on Sarah's futon.
Saturday morning I woke up at 7:30 and barfed. I guess the two glasses of wine were deceptively large. Then I slept off and on between instances of vomiting until Sarah got up at 10. I texted Dennis to see if he could come pick me up but didn't get a response. She dropped me off at Coquitlam Centre on her way to work and I barfed in the parking lot. I braved the bus but had to throw up into a plastic bag, and later, my coffee mug. D: D: Dennis texted back around 1:30 saying he'd just woken up, but I was already home so I drank some water and went to bed until 5pm. Dennis and I were to meet outside Richard's on Richards at 8 for Destroyer; I was running about half an hour late so I messaged him to let him know. Would have been nice if he'd done the same; he didn't show up until like twenty to ten >:( But he said he was sorry and he felt like a super jerk (he figured there were going to be other people we knew there so I wouldn't be waiting around alone) so there's that.
The first few openers were very not good, especially this one, I think they were called Vote Robot, that was basically like 25 minutes of feedback and static. When I turned to Dennis and said, "This is basically the worst music ever," he said, "Oh, are they playing? I thought they were like, checking their mics or something," so that should give you an idea of what it sounded like :/ Anyway, we barely paid attention; we were having a good time drinking and talking about friends, crazy people, music, picking up chicks, Six Feet Under, Dennis's man-crushes, and other fun things. After my rough morning I decided to take it pretty easy on the booze (like maybe three drinks and equal amounts of water), and Dennis was drunk but he seemed okay during the third- and second-last openers, Riff Randells (decent chick punk band that I'd probably never listen to outside of a live setting) and Pink Mountaintops whom I'd listened to before; they're all right but I just wasn't that interested at the time.
Anyway, near the end of Pink Mountaintops' set we edged our way towards the front, but Dennis was pretty rough. He kept saying, "I drank too many booze... I'm not responsible for my actions." He had his arm draped over my shoulders so I could keep him steady, and his head drooped onto my chest. "Wake me up when it starts," he said. I petted his hair and made sure he wasn't like, going to pass out on me. Basically as soon as Destroyer came on he was like, "I have to go." I kept asking him if he was okay, and he kept shaking his head. I took him over to the wall and we sat down and I could tell it was only a matter of time before he barfed, so I told him to let me know if he needed to. After like five minutes he got up and said, "I'm gonna go," and walked off. I tried to catch up with him, but I had to get my coat from coat check and by the time I got outside I couldn't see him anywhere. I was worried, and a little pissed, but he texted me telling me Jackie had picked him up, so I went back in and watched the rest of Destroyer and let someone else take care of his drunk ass for once. Unfortunately my toque was still in his back pocket, so I had a pretty cold walk home from Cambie at 2am. Supposedly Dennis is coming by today to give it back, but it's like 4pm and I haven't heard a word from him.
edit: he showed up around 6:30 with my hat and the money he owed me for the concert. Apparently his phone died and he'd left his charger at home. Maybe I should have figured something like that, instead of just assuming he's deliberately being a douche.