Mother. Fucker.
It's 5:47am at present and I just walked in the apartment door about twenty minutes ago. Where was I? you ask.
I was in Boston. Matt and I had tickets to see Amanda Palmer at the Paradise Rock Club tonight (Tuesday). We decided to make a little trip out of it and stay in this cheap hotel in Kittery, ME that we stayed in a few weeks ago. (I still need to document that story!)
EXCEPT SOMETHING FUCKED UP WHEN I RESERVED THE ROOM ON PRICELINE.COM so I had to drive all the way back to fucking Gardiner after the show was finished, which was approximately 1am.
I'm not terribly thrilled about that, except for the fact that now we don't have to worry about waking up in time for checkout.
Also we almost died a couple times on the way to Boston, and then drove around for probably a good half hour once we were IN Boston, trying to find the fucking venue. We missed both of the opening acts and came in about 10-15 minutes into Amanda's set. What we did see was awesome, though, and also awesome was that we ran into some people we saw at our last excursion(s) into Boston. I'm amused that we're recognized in a place we don't even live in. Ha.
And I had Amanda sign my camisole with the bleach pen. (Scroll down to nearly the end of the blog post.) On my belly! (Stay tuned--I may be adding my belly to the festivities going on in that Shadowbox thread.) :D She also signed the sleeve of Matt's t-shirt. And we got a picture. Because, you know, THAT'S ALL WE GO TO THESE SHOWS FOR.
I think I've also managed to make multiple members of my family angry/annoyed with me within the past week. Eh. :\ I think maybe it's all part of my gradual ego separation process. Or I'm just an asshole. Or... something.
I'm terribly exhausted and the bathroom is now free so I'm going to take a whiz, maybe brush my teeth if I'm feeling ambitious, and collapse. BYE. :)
I was in Boston. Matt and I had tickets to see Amanda Palmer at the Paradise Rock Club tonight (Tuesday). We decided to make a little trip out of it and stay in this cheap hotel in Kittery, ME that we stayed in a few weeks ago. (I still need to document that story!)
EXCEPT SOMETHING FUCKED UP WHEN I RESERVED THE ROOM ON PRICELINE.COM so I had to drive all the way back to fucking Gardiner after the show was finished, which was approximately 1am.
I'm not terribly thrilled about that, except for the fact that now we don't have to worry about waking up in time for checkout.
Also we almost died a couple times on the way to Boston, and then drove around for probably a good half hour once we were IN Boston, trying to find the fucking venue. We missed both of the opening acts and came in about 10-15 minutes into Amanda's set. What we did see was awesome, though, and also awesome was that we ran into some people we saw at our last excursion(s) into Boston. I'm amused that we're recognized in a place we don't even live in. Ha.
And I had Amanda sign my camisole with the bleach pen. (Scroll down to nearly the end of the blog post.) On my belly! (Stay tuned--I may be adding my belly to the festivities going on in that Shadowbox thread.) :D She also signed the sleeve of Matt's t-shirt. And we got a picture. Because, you know, THAT'S ALL WE GO TO THESE SHOWS FOR.
I think I've also managed to make multiple members of my family angry/annoyed with me within the past week. Eh. :\ I think maybe it's all part of my gradual ego separation process. Or I'm just an asshole. Or... something.
I'm terribly exhausted and the bathroom is now free so I'm going to take a whiz, maybe brush my teeth if I'm feeling ambitious, and collapse. BYE. :)