I am in pain!!!!
On the one hand I feel like I haven't been here for ages but the reality is very different.
Friday night I went to Heathrow to pick up Samfer which was cool, I arrived just in time, picked her up and onwards we went to the London Munch.
Samfer isn't kinky (well she is in the sense that she and her boyfriend are kinky with one another and although I don't have the intimate details of their bedroom life I am 100% sure there is a severe lack of polite missionary going on there!) but she isn't interested in the scene and doesn't need it really. Anyways she felt out of place and quite square cause everyone just assumed she was an out and about perv! I just wanted her to see and meet some of my friends and see what my life is like really. She was happy to come with me and knew where we were going.
We saw my little female crush there although in all honesty I am not crushing on her as much. I'd still not say no but I'm over all the initial nervousness about wanting her so badly because I know it will never ever happen. I had bought her a T shirt of cry baby since she coveted mine so badly and I did it while in the throes of my crush. I did enjoy the complete excitement on her face when she saw it and love that I made her smile that much :) I do like making people happy. Except if they piss me off.
Eventually my crush was asking where "her pandy that always flirts with her is" Apparantly she isn't as impressed with the serious and non flirtatious pandy. I asked "Aww is your little ego getting all bruised???" I met her current girlfriend who is also very cute and alovely girl.
I don't consciously flirt with people but I can also subconsciously switch it off when it just isnt appropriate which is (surprise surprise) when I'm meeting your girlfriend who has just come to the munch for the first time, you know?
Anyways it was fun but we were tired and keen to get home.
Saturday was pre Reading shopping in Camden. I had a hissy fit at a man in store because I wanted baggy comfy jeans but everything they had were hipster types so no size makes a difference! Why are so many trousers made for flat stomached waifs! The majority of women wandering about main centres have that tyre hanging over the low wasited jeans and I refuse to be one of them. I finally settles on a pair of blokes combats which are cool but a bit too long so I need to deal with that somehow. I might keep them til I have lost weight and then sell them to Billiam.
I spent too much money on my credit card. I have been spending too much and drinking too much recently! I need to curb it I think.
On to Reading and Billiam dropped us off in the street I was meeting Ross to give him (sell him) Bills ticket. Caught up with him and wandered into the arena where we had a beer, some food, a pee and a chat (and a seat:))
The day was spent generally chilling. We eventually met up with _badb_catha_ and Mark and went to have another beer and watch some Less than Jake. We watched a bit of Bullet for my Valentine and then while Slayer were on went to look for some food for dinner. Festival food sucks! But hey it works and I went for the most carbs in order to ensure I was energised for the evening. We went back tp the main stage in time for My chemical romance who got bottled the minute they walked on stage.
I feel very conflicted about their performance. I do not agree with getting bottled the minute you walk on stage. They hadn't even played a note yet so it wasn't because they sucked. I felt sorry for them and slightly embaressed to be in a crowd that was so ruled by the mob element. I hate British mob culture with a passion. Anyways the set went on and I personally thought they were ok.
Having recently been introduced to the term EMO by super_loulou and had my education continue over the weekend by Samfer I have developed a bit of a soft spot for all things emo and realise there is a difference btw baby goth emo and eddie vedder is god type emo, my favourite, of course being the eddie vedder type of emo but perhaps that because I can relate to Eddie.
I'm rambling so I shall move on.
Placebo came on and I had originally decided I'd stay with my friends and enjoy the view and music in an adult way. First note of Infrared and I was off like a shot! I eventually managed to get myself down to 4 rows or so from the front in the midst of a very young mosh pit. I was decidedly unimpressed by how non violent the crowd was. NIN pits definetely rule so far. I sang and danced and got crushed. My hair got wet and pulled this way and that and it was fucking awesome.
After the set I wandered back up to join my friends after deciding that I couldn't handle the entire weight of Reading crowd for Pearl Jam as already PJ fans were moving in.
I love Pearl Jam and their set was totally awesome just fucking phenomenal! Eddie came on and was all like "watch out for your neightbour, make sure everyone is ok, don't crush too much" etc He is so lovely!
He was utterly enthralled at the crowd at one point telling us how they didn't deserve this amazing reception cause they didn't come here a lot. You could see the weight and emotion of the crowd towards him affected him and he looked utterly amazed and thankful for it. I love that man!
It sounds utterly cliche (i originally misused the word contrite here!) but Pearl Jam got me through my mispent youth and raging uncontrollable hormones and late teen angst. They are so intertwined with one of the most important friendships of my life (and the one I greive for on a daily basis). I think its because of that relationship I'll never truly be in love or be able to settle down with anyone and why I actually have trust issues and a 20ft wall around me :) But thats another blog and one I probably have promised but just never delivered too many times now.
Anyways PJ - rocked. I danced, I called people and txt to say "I'm watching PEARL JAM!"
Afterwards we slowly started to head back to the car - via _badb_catha_ to say goodbye. Samfer and I got herded out of the grounds in the most spectacularly long path and got lost in the campsite. Both of us were like :
"I don't remember walking this far to the arena when we arrived?!"
A long fuck off mile walk was just what we didn't need at 12 am, when we had been dancing and moshing all day in the baking august sun. Feet hurting, head hurting, tired and wet.
Finally met billiam who drove us home. I was out for the count within about 15 mins of being in the car. Bed was just sweet relief that night despite the fact I just couldn't sleep.
Today has been spent sleeping, getting up and taking Samfer back to Heathrow, and then home and back to bed.
I am soooo tired!
Friday night I went to Heathrow to pick up Samfer which was cool, I arrived just in time, picked her up and onwards we went to the London Munch.
Samfer isn't kinky (well she is in the sense that she and her boyfriend are kinky with one another and although I don't have the intimate details of their bedroom life I am 100% sure there is a severe lack of polite missionary going on there!) but she isn't interested in the scene and doesn't need it really. Anyways she felt out of place and quite square cause everyone just assumed she was an out and about perv! I just wanted her to see and meet some of my friends and see what my life is like really. She was happy to come with me and knew where we were going.
We saw my little female crush there although in all honesty I am not crushing on her as much. I'd still not say no but I'm over all the initial nervousness about wanting her so badly because I know it will never ever happen. I had bought her a T shirt of cry baby since she coveted mine so badly and I did it while in the throes of my crush. I did enjoy the complete excitement on her face when she saw it and love that I made her smile that much :) I do like making people happy. Except if they piss me off.
Eventually my crush was asking where "her pandy that always flirts with her is" Apparantly she isn't as impressed with the serious and non flirtatious pandy. I asked "Aww is your little ego getting all bruised???" I met her current girlfriend who is also very cute and alovely girl.
I don't consciously flirt with people but I can also subconsciously switch it off when it just isnt appropriate which is (surprise surprise) when I'm meeting your girlfriend who has just come to the munch for the first time, you know?
Anyways it was fun but we were tired and keen to get home.
Saturday was pre Reading shopping in Camden. I had a hissy fit at a man in store because I wanted baggy comfy jeans but everything they had were hipster types so no size makes a difference! Why are so many trousers made for flat stomached waifs! The majority of women wandering about main centres have that tyre hanging over the low wasited jeans and I refuse to be one of them. I finally settles on a pair of blokes combats which are cool but a bit too long so I need to deal with that somehow. I might keep them til I have lost weight and then sell them to Billiam.
I spent too much money on my credit card. I have been spending too much and drinking too much recently! I need to curb it I think.
On to Reading and Billiam dropped us off in the street I was meeting Ross to give him (sell him) Bills ticket. Caught up with him and wandered into the arena where we had a beer, some food, a pee and a chat (and a seat:))
The day was spent generally chilling. We eventually met up with _badb_catha_ and Mark and went to have another beer and watch some Less than Jake. We watched a bit of Bullet for my Valentine and then while Slayer were on went to look for some food for dinner. Festival food sucks! But hey it works and I went for the most carbs in order to ensure I was energised for the evening. We went back tp the main stage in time for My chemical romance who got bottled the minute they walked on stage.
I feel very conflicted about their performance. I do not agree with getting bottled the minute you walk on stage. They hadn't even played a note yet so it wasn't because they sucked. I felt sorry for them and slightly embaressed to be in a crowd that was so ruled by the mob element. I hate British mob culture with a passion. Anyways the set went on and I personally thought they were ok.
Having recently been introduced to the term EMO by super_loulou and had my education continue over the weekend by Samfer I have developed a bit of a soft spot for all things emo and realise there is a difference btw baby goth emo and eddie vedder is god type emo, my favourite, of course being the eddie vedder type of emo but perhaps that because I can relate to Eddie.
I'm rambling so I shall move on.
Placebo came on and I had originally decided I'd stay with my friends and enjoy the view and music in an adult way. First note of Infrared and I was off like a shot! I eventually managed to get myself down to 4 rows or so from the front in the midst of a very young mosh pit. I was decidedly unimpressed by how non violent the crowd was. NIN pits definetely rule so far. I sang and danced and got crushed. My hair got wet and pulled this way and that and it was fucking awesome.
After the set I wandered back up to join my friends after deciding that I couldn't handle the entire weight of Reading crowd for Pearl Jam as already PJ fans were moving in.
I love Pearl Jam and their set was totally awesome just fucking phenomenal! Eddie came on and was all like "watch out for your neightbour, make sure everyone is ok, don't crush too much" etc He is so lovely!
He was utterly enthralled at the crowd at one point telling us how they didn't deserve this amazing reception cause they didn't come here a lot. You could see the weight and emotion of the crowd towards him affected him and he looked utterly amazed and thankful for it. I love that man!
It sounds utterly cliche (i originally misused the word contrite here!) but Pearl Jam got me through my mispent youth and raging uncontrollable hormones and late teen angst. They are so intertwined with one of the most important friendships of my life (and the one I greive for on a daily basis). I think its because of that relationship I'll never truly be in love or be able to settle down with anyone and why I actually have trust issues and a 20ft wall around me :) But thats another blog and one I probably have promised but just never delivered too many times now.
Anyways PJ - rocked. I danced, I called people and txt to say "I'm watching PEARL JAM!"
Afterwards we slowly started to head back to the car - via _badb_catha_ to say goodbye. Samfer and I got herded out of the grounds in the most spectacularly long path and got lost in the campsite. Both of us were like :
"I don't remember walking this far to the arena when we arrived?!"
A long fuck off mile walk was just what we didn't need at 12 am, when we had been dancing and moshing all day in the baking august sun. Feet hurting, head hurting, tired and wet.
Finally met billiam who drove us home. I was out for the count within about 15 mins of being in the car. Bed was just sweet relief that night despite the fact I just couldn't sleep.
Today has been spent sleeping, getting up and taking Samfer back to Heathrow, and then home and back to bed.
I am soooo tired!