retour a san diego
So yesterday was fucking MADNESS.
Worked all day and then had beers at Gordon Biersch with Shelly. Then met Kaitlin. Had more beer at the Aero Club. Went to see The Stills for the first time in a couple of years at The Casbah where I drank more beer.
Whilst drinking last mentioned beers, Tim and Liam found me! I had this anxiety around seeing them because it's been a while. It was great, though. They chatted for ages and we caught up. They really are actual friends to me at this point...I have cell phone numbers and email addresses, its really quite bizarre. They said they were all talking about me in the rv on the way there wondering if I would be at the show. They were afraid they were going to alienate some people with the new sound. I told them my concern with the new sound but they pretty much put it to rest for me when I saw it all live.
Anyway, I was told to find them after the show and did quite easily. Hung out some more and then all of a sudden I was told I was in charge of wherever everyone was going that evening. They had mentioned something about the beach during their set and it was too late after we hung out and drank MORE in their RV to go to another bar so I ended up spending the night with The Stills on La Jolla shores where they all played in the water like little children. I forget that I can just go to the beach whenever I want and that some people don't have that option. Anyway, I got to talk to Dave a lot last night and he's such a nice guy. All of them are all so fucking genuinly nice and courteous and so smart and articulate. I'm really glad they're touring again. I can't believe I'm really so buddy-buddy with them all that they really always want to hang out with me when they're in town. It so fucking bizarre. I used to be the fat kid with no friends and now I have plenty of them and some of them are the fucking Stills, clearly one of the best bands out there today.
Anyway, we were out until after 3am and I had to take a work class at 9am this morning...after drive time, I slept maybe three hours last night and carried a hangover with me to work. I totally thought I was gonna fall asleep while the class was going but I managed to somehow do that and then go back to my store and work a shift on my floor.
Now, I still smell like beach because I didn't shower and my feet are kind of sandy and my hair is greasy and there are giant giant bags under my eyes. I look like fucking hell. But I'm still happy, probably from delirium, and I have a sense of accomplishment (I got A LOT done at work today and I don't quite understand how...), and when I drive up the 78, everything is green again and you can smell the orange blossoms. And Neko Case's Blacklisted album has never sounded better and I got my Criterion order today...
Things are good.
Worked all day and then had beers at Gordon Biersch with Shelly. Then met Kaitlin. Had more beer at the Aero Club. Went to see The Stills for the first time in a couple of years at The Casbah where I drank more beer.
Whilst drinking last mentioned beers, Tim and Liam found me! I had this anxiety around seeing them because it's been a while. It was great, though. They chatted for ages and we caught up. They really are actual friends to me at this point...I have cell phone numbers and email addresses, its really quite bizarre. They said they were all talking about me in the rv on the way there wondering if I would be at the show. They were afraid they were going to alienate some people with the new sound. I told them my concern with the new sound but they pretty much put it to rest for me when I saw it all live.
Anyway, I was told to find them after the show and did quite easily. Hung out some more and then all of a sudden I was told I was in charge of wherever everyone was going that evening. They had mentioned something about the beach during their set and it was too late after we hung out and drank MORE in their RV to go to another bar so I ended up spending the night with The Stills on La Jolla shores where they all played in the water like little children. I forget that I can just go to the beach whenever I want and that some people don't have that option. Anyway, I got to talk to Dave a lot last night and he's such a nice guy. All of them are all so fucking genuinly nice and courteous and so smart and articulate. I'm really glad they're touring again. I can't believe I'm really so buddy-buddy with them all that they really always want to hang out with me when they're in town. It so fucking bizarre. I used to be the fat kid with no friends and now I have plenty of them and some of them are the fucking Stills, clearly one of the best bands out there today.
Anyway, we were out until after 3am and I had to take a work class at 9am this morning...after drive time, I slept maybe three hours last night and carried a hangover with me to work. I totally thought I was gonna fall asleep while the class was going but I managed to somehow do that and then go back to my store and work a shift on my floor.
Now, I still smell like beach because I didn't shower and my feet are kind of sandy and my hair is greasy and there are giant giant bags under my eyes. I look like fucking hell. But I'm still happy, probably from delirium, and I have a sense of accomplishment (I got A LOT done at work today and I don't quite understand how...), and when I drive up the 78, everything is green again and you can smell the orange blossoms. And Neko Case's Blacklisted album has never sounded better and I got my Criterion order today...
Things are good.