ATP
I went to ATP Curated by Explosions In The Sky with Damian this weekend just gone and had mostly a lovely time.
From what I remember, we saw.. A Hawk And A Hacksaw, Adem, Beach House, Broken Social Scene, De La Soul, Iron And Wine, Okkervil River, Ola Podrida, Phosphorescent, Silver Jews, Stars Of The Lid, Sunset Rubdown, and The National. Though I don't think that list is completely accurate, I'm sure we saw a few other sets too, I just can't remember right now.
Unfortunately, I did my back in somehow and was in agony on saturday night and the whole of sunday. I could hardly walk without pain and so I didn't get to go upfront for some of the bands I wanted to.
Anyway, it was all good fun. Damian and I got on pretty well most of the time, but for the first part of the weekend he was very argumentative and mardy. It made me realise that we are probably best just as friends and I don't regret us splitting up. On the Thursday night before setting off on Friday we had food at Devonshire Cat then more drinks at The Washington.
Apart from watching bands most of our time was spent drinking, playing lots of arcade games and airhockey, strolling on the seafront, bingoing, failing at the hard quiz, back hurting, and eating expensive food. I spent LOTS of money.
On Sunday we got speaking to lots of random people, including this boy who gave me his number and stuff. Damian seemed a bit funny about that (and yes, I know you can read this Damian!) That night, in bed (we were sharing a double, because we split ages after we booked), Damian started kissing me, and I drunkenly kissed him back for a bit. Then he tried to initiate other stuff, and kept saying he wanted me and things. At that point I told him it wasn't right and I wasn't into this and we should sleep. On the monday morning he said he didn't remember anything but the kissing because he was drunk, and how he was an idiot. Hmm.
On the grandad front, he is very very ill. He is properly dying now. He sleeps most of the time and is now mostly unresponsive and his breathing is rattleing. His body is shutting down. It's horrible to see, and when I've been I just hold his hand. He does squeeze it and grasp for hands when one isn't there. My aunty has been staying up all night with him and my mum has been coming in the morning and staying all day. I think my mum is staying all night with my aunty, because he has taken another turn for the worse. I just wish he would die now, I want it to be all over and for him to be out of pain.
From what I remember, we saw.. A Hawk And A Hacksaw, Adem, Beach House, Broken Social Scene, De La Soul, Iron And Wine, Okkervil River, Ola Podrida, Phosphorescent, Silver Jews, Stars Of The Lid, Sunset Rubdown, and The National. Though I don't think that list is completely accurate, I'm sure we saw a few other sets too, I just can't remember right now.
Unfortunately, I did my back in somehow and was in agony on saturday night and the whole of sunday. I could hardly walk without pain and so I didn't get to go upfront for some of the bands I wanted to.
Anyway, it was all good fun. Damian and I got on pretty well most of the time, but for the first part of the weekend he was very argumentative and mardy. It made me realise that we are probably best just as friends and I don't regret us splitting up. On the Thursday night before setting off on Friday we had food at Devonshire Cat then more drinks at The Washington.
Apart from watching bands most of our time was spent drinking, playing lots of arcade games and airhockey, strolling on the seafront, bingoing, failing at the hard quiz, back hurting, and eating expensive food. I spent LOTS of money.
On Sunday we got speaking to lots of random people, including this boy who gave me his number and stuff. Damian seemed a bit funny about that (and yes, I know you can read this Damian!) That night, in bed (we were sharing a double, because we split ages after we booked), Damian started kissing me, and I drunkenly kissed him back for a bit. Then he tried to initiate other stuff, and kept saying he wanted me and things. At that point I told him it wasn't right and I wasn't into this and we should sleep. On the monday morning he said he didn't remember anything but the kissing because he was drunk, and how he was an idiot. Hmm.
On the grandad front, he is very very ill. He is properly dying now. He sleeps most of the time and is now mostly unresponsive and his breathing is rattleing. His body is shutting down. It's horrible to see, and when I've been I just hold his hand. He does squeeze it and grasp for hands when one isn't there. My aunty has been staying up all night with him and my mum has been coming in the morning and staying all day. I think my mum is staying all night with my aunty, because he has taken another turn for the worse. I just wish he would die now, I want it to be all over and for him to be out of pain.