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Alright so here goes.
Lindsay came and visited for the show, which was fantastic, I got to spend time with her, however limited, and I also got laid. Which kicks ass all the way to some sort of bank or something. Meesh brought me the hookah she bought for me in India and fuller lindsay and I christened it "Krishna" and shrieked "inna gadda da vidda" as we sucked back on it's remarkably smooth hits (Note: Inna gadda da vidda means "I am become death, destroyer of worlds" spoken by Krishna in the Bahagavad Gita, later exclaimed by Joe Oppenheimer when the atomic bomb tests were running and even later by Iron Butterfly.) It was amazing it was. We got quite trashed. Good times.
Pam is in the hospital up here because she's pregnant and she had fluid in her lungs. I've been visiting when I'm not stoned or in class, or playing the show, and she called me last night and said "Bren, I need you to come help me with my breathing, I need someone here..." so I was her supporter last night. She started having contractions around 5 and I was there at 5:30. No baby, just contractions so far, so rest assured I have not been covered in placenta yet... Anyways I'm extremely flattered that she would ask me to do this for her, even though I'm sure it's just out of convenience for her, what with me being one of the few people she knows in calgary and all. Yesterday I was nervous as fucking hell, I was shaking I was nervous... it's not even my damn kid and I'm nervous! I have the strange feeling I'll walk away from this encounter scarred, streaks of gray hair above my ears from the trauma, not wanting to ever have kids of my own.
Anyways, I was noticing that last night when I was with pam talking to her about the kid coming that when there's this much on the line (Pam has heart defects since birth that can cause some major malfunctions during this whole "labor" process, as well as gallstones and lungs filled with fluid) everything else just became... mundane, trivialized, unimportant... I mean who cares that I was really disappointed with our set on saturday (to answer your question mel, it was entertaining, but I wasn't really 100% about it, fuck, I know I could have done a thousand times better had I been able to hear the guitar and not worry about our retard vocalist kicking over microphones and spilling liters of water all over the stage throughout our set. I know we could have done better and I know I wasn't up to my own standards. Next show I guess... which is probably in march or april. And I know you didn't show up. it was nice to see ty, I didn't recognize him at first, I thought he was a classmate of mine, and then it hit me..."Holy fucking christ, he's taller! and has more facial hair! and Postpubescent! Sweet tapdancing moses!") and who cares that I'm poor-ass because my drummer took our cut from the show home with him... who gives a rats ass that I've got two big school presentations coming up, one of which I have yet to even start working on...
but yeah, fuck it all. Placenta.
Oh! and I should have typed this out earlier, thank you so much to everyone who showed up to the show, It really meant a lot to see friendly faces there. We all hope to see you in april again. We'll have some new material, better equipment and twenty percent more real fruit juice.
Lindsay came and visited for the show, which was fantastic, I got to spend time with her, however limited, and I also got laid. Which kicks ass all the way to some sort of bank or something. Meesh brought me the hookah she bought for me in India and fuller lindsay and I christened it "Krishna" and shrieked "inna gadda da vidda" as we sucked back on it's remarkably smooth hits (Note: Inna gadda da vidda means "I am become death, destroyer of worlds" spoken by Krishna in the Bahagavad Gita, later exclaimed by Joe Oppenheimer when the atomic bomb tests were running and even later by Iron Butterfly.) It was amazing it was. We got quite trashed. Good times.
Pam is in the hospital up here because she's pregnant and she had fluid in her lungs. I've been visiting when I'm not stoned or in class, or playing the show, and she called me last night and said "Bren, I need you to come help me with my breathing, I need someone here..." so I was her supporter last night. She started having contractions around 5 and I was there at 5:30. No baby, just contractions so far, so rest assured I have not been covered in placenta yet... Anyways I'm extremely flattered that she would ask me to do this for her, even though I'm sure it's just out of convenience for her, what with me being one of the few people she knows in calgary and all. Yesterday I was nervous as fucking hell, I was shaking I was nervous... it's not even my damn kid and I'm nervous! I have the strange feeling I'll walk away from this encounter scarred, streaks of gray hair above my ears from the trauma, not wanting to ever have kids of my own.
Anyways, I was noticing that last night when I was with pam talking to her about the kid coming that when there's this much on the line (Pam has heart defects since birth that can cause some major malfunctions during this whole "labor" process, as well as gallstones and lungs filled with fluid) everything else just became... mundane, trivialized, unimportant... I mean who cares that I was really disappointed with our set on saturday (to answer your question mel, it was entertaining, but I wasn't really 100% about it, fuck, I know I could have done a thousand times better had I been able to hear the guitar and not worry about our retard vocalist kicking over microphones and spilling liters of water all over the stage throughout our set. I know we could have done better and I know I wasn't up to my own standards. Next show I guess... which is probably in march or april. And I know you didn't show up. it was nice to see ty, I didn't recognize him at first, I thought he was a classmate of mine, and then it hit me..."Holy fucking christ, he's taller! and has more facial hair! and Postpubescent! Sweet tapdancing moses!") and who cares that I'm poor-ass because my drummer took our cut from the show home with him... who gives a rats ass that I've got two big school presentations coming up, one of which I have yet to even start working on...
but yeah, fuck it all. Placenta.
Oh! and I should have typed this out earlier, thank you so much to everyone who showed up to the show, It really meant a lot to see friendly faces there. We all hope to see you in april again. We'll have some new material, better equipment and twenty percent more real fruit juice.