So anyways...
Now that I got a bit of the venting out of the way:
I've had a pretty exciting weekend. Friday I finally took a day off (and got paid for it!) and Bob and I headed up to Worcester for the first Hardcore show we've been to in about a year. It was Hatebreed, Agnostic Front, Turmoil, Shai Hulud and Living Hell... all great bands with loads of fans. We went up around 7 and went to Irish Times (across the street) to meet up with Kyra, Bre and Kat and have some drinks before we went in. Now I know I was at that bar for a little bit, but I had no idea that I was missing shai hulud and living hell and turmoil... oops. By the time we got over to the show and in, and said hi to everyone we happened to bump into... we missed all of those bands. Agnostic Front went on and because I'm recently too much of a pussy to watch bands from the floor - I stayed right up at the bar and drank my little heart out. Before I knew it I'd made buddies with the entire band of Turmoil and some other random people too. I get super social and friendly and happy when I'm trashed.
Needless to say, we continued the drinking across the street again back at Irish Times. I vaguely remember most of this visit to the bar but I'm sure I tripped all over myself and talked to lots and lots of people and made some new friends. I was wearing my hooker boots (snake skin... four inch heels...), so my balance was WAY off and I really had no control at all over where I was falling. Somehow I made it back to my car, somehow I made it home, and somehow I waited to puke long enough to lean out my car door once we got in the driveway.
It was the most exciting night I've had since the wedding, I was thrilled to be able to let out some stress and frustration. Thrilled to be around people that actually liked me, loved me, and cared about me. Unfortunately, Saturday and Sunday I picked up Overtime shifts at work, so I got stuck going back to the grind with no break. I was so hungover the next day that I actually WANTED to eat McDonalds... go figure huh.
Okay, almost time for me to go home. I'm finally off for New Years Eve... kinda looking forward a nice quiet day at home. I'm gonna order chinese food and play video games with my husband.
I've had a pretty exciting weekend. Friday I finally took a day off (and got paid for it!) and Bob and I headed up to Worcester for the first Hardcore show we've been to in about a year. It was Hatebreed, Agnostic Front, Turmoil, Shai Hulud and Living Hell... all great bands with loads of fans. We went up around 7 and went to Irish Times (across the street) to meet up with Kyra, Bre and Kat and have some drinks before we went in. Now I know I was at that bar for a little bit, but I had no idea that I was missing shai hulud and living hell and turmoil... oops. By the time we got over to the show and in, and said hi to everyone we happened to bump into... we missed all of those bands. Agnostic Front went on and because I'm recently too much of a pussy to watch bands from the floor - I stayed right up at the bar and drank my little heart out. Before I knew it I'd made buddies with the entire band of Turmoil and some other random people too. I get super social and friendly and happy when I'm trashed.
Needless to say, we continued the drinking across the street again back at Irish Times. I vaguely remember most of this visit to the bar but I'm sure I tripped all over myself and talked to lots and lots of people and made some new friends. I was wearing my hooker boots (snake skin... four inch heels...), so my balance was WAY off and I really had no control at all over where I was falling. Somehow I made it back to my car, somehow I made it home, and somehow I waited to puke long enough to lean out my car door once we got in the driveway.
It was the most exciting night I've had since the wedding, I was thrilled to be able to let out some stress and frustration. Thrilled to be around people that actually liked me, loved me, and cared about me. Unfortunately, Saturday and Sunday I picked up Overtime shifts at work, so I got stuck going back to the grind with no break. I was so hungover the next day that I actually WANTED to eat McDonalds... go figure huh.
Okay, almost time for me to go home. I'm finally off for New Years Eve... kinda looking forward a nice quiet day at home. I'm gonna order chinese food and play video games with my husband.