Last Nite
I went to Wolf Parde at Spanish Moon. My mother has instilled a great fear of its neighborhood in me, so I was extremely worried about getting mugged or raped so the whole way there I was freaking outttt. But I finally got inside alive, which was good, except that I was straight up alone and looked so dumb just standing by myself on the outskirts of the crowd. But eventually the first band played and they were great. I don't know their name, though. Then Matt and Katie were standing basically right next to me so I smoked too many cigarettes in order to neutralize myself. But it was nice because in the presence of so many hot indie boys, I was not attracted to him at all. Oh, if it wasn't for my chronic and extreme jealousy, things would be wonderful! So the first band finished and then there was much more awkward standing around. Then Wolf Parade came out and everyone was so excited that they were totally smushed together and it was impossible to move (let alone dance) without touching the 5 nearest people to you. There was also a very, very intoxicated guy right in front of us and a very nice boy named Josh (who looked EXACTLY like Plaidy in 5 years; he had a plaid shirt and hat and everything!) who helped me support him when he almost fell over. We betted on how long he would last and then stole his cigarettes. [I almost didn't last]. Anyway, Wolf Parade was really incredible. After they finished, everyone cheered until they came back out for an encore. They played "I'll Believe in Anything" and everyoneee knew the words and was dancing like crazy and there were rainbow lights all over and AHH it was amazzzzinglskdjfsdklf!! Then I stumbly returned to my car and started to drive home. And I got a text from Matt Mick and was just like "what the fuckkkkk is going on!?" and it was really nice and said that he wanted us to talk and be friends again before we both leave. So I figured that was probably the last time we'd be together and both be alone and I would be intoxicated enough to actually want to talk. So I went back. And we talked! And it wasn't even weird [for me, I think it really was for him, however]! I don't know, it was strange how we still had the abilities to predict each other's mannerisms and words. It was eerily familiar. I guess that just always sticks with you when you're that close to someone for so long. Oh and fucking get this: I didn't even cry! I know; it was really astounding! Basically I did most of the talking and it was in the form of teasing him or saying something that I knew he would have to apologize for. But by the end of it, somehow, we were friends again and hi-fived? I felt completely platonic and have lost my old urge to want to jump him every time I see him. And sure, when we were sitting in my car, I was tempted to drive us into the ditch I was parked in front of, but what can you really expect? I'm just doing the best that I can.