It's nice on the ceiling
My life right now is awesome. It is filled with fangirly glee. Also, inked legs. I spent, an hour? More than? Watching Jason and Amanda's live stream from Webstock, sitting on my bed drawing on my legs. And texting Cath, Jen, Alina and Ruby. And shouting for the flatmates when I needed someone to pry me off the ceiling. Where I had floated, like a balloon. The happiest balloon.
Tomorrow me and Cath are flying to Wellington to see Amanda and Jason Webley and Jason Welbey and Ruby and Sweet Mothers Kitchen and not Becky because she is going down South that weekend (sadface) and Wellington and loveliness and that bookshop and Jason Webley.
Then on Monday morning I will fly home and start cooking. Then work, then parental dinner, then epic cupcake making and probably more cooking.
At some point, hopefully, I will sleep.
Then Tuesday: Up, work, bus, then I have to see if I can go to South earlier than normal... I'm supposed to finish at seven but see that won't work, because two days ago I got an email from Amanda Palmer's tour people saying "Why sure, you guys can feed us, and hang out backstage, and eat dinner with us, and joy!"
I emailed them about it just after Amanda mentioned on twitter, that they were looking for people to feed/house them in NZ. I walked around like this :D :D :D for the rest of the day and then put it out of my mind. Mostly. Time passed. Got accepted into Victoria. Tried to organise videocoferences. Went to Canterbury Faire (which I should also post about!) Did a few other things in my life.
And I figured, not unhappily, that they'd sorted something out with someone else, and that was cool, BECAUSE Jason had just announced he was doing a second gig in Wellington, and it was $8, and FUCK IT I WAS GOING!!
After a phone call with Cath, who had only called in the first place to see if I wanted to have dinner Saturday before the Dome Party, she decided she was coming too, and LO, we were off. (Or will be off, tomorrow. Technically, today. I should pack and sleep. My washing is still on the line. I have packed the following:
-1 hat
-3 socks
-1 iPod charger
-1 bra
I will do the rest after cake.)
So, on Wednesday night, Ness came over and I made lasagne. It rocked, and we hung out and watched some Boosh.
While Howard was on his way to Monkey Hell I made this mad dive for the remote (which was in reaching distance and didn't need to be lunged for quite so dramatically) and paused it and read out that we, us, holy shit, are having dinner with Amanda Fucking Palmer and crew and since Jason is opening for that show it is not too much of a stretch to assume that he is 'crew' too? Yes? Maybe? Unf? Yes.
Soooo... the LFoD is going to be doing that. Hanging out before the gig. Eating pomegranate based foods. Peeling each other off the ceiling. Trying not to cry.
!!!!!!
Then holy shit, the very next day I have 9-5 Vic Uni orientation. D:
But um.
!!!
Tomorrow me and Cath are flying to Wellington to see Amanda and Jason Webley and Jason Welbey and Ruby and Sweet Mothers Kitchen and not Becky because she is going down South that weekend (sadface) and Wellington and loveliness and that bookshop and Jason Webley.
Then on Monday morning I will fly home and start cooking. Then work, then parental dinner, then epic cupcake making and probably more cooking.
At some point, hopefully, I will sleep.
Then Tuesday: Up, work, bus, then I have to see if I can go to South earlier than normal... I'm supposed to finish at seven but see that won't work, because two days ago I got an email from Amanda Palmer's tour people saying "Why sure, you guys can feed us, and hang out backstage, and eat dinner with us, and joy!"
I emailed them about it just after Amanda mentioned on twitter, that they were looking for people to feed/house them in NZ. I walked around like this :D :D :D for the rest of the day and then put it out of my mind. Mostly. Time passed. Got accepted into Victoria. Tried to organise videocoferences. Went to Canterbury Faire (which I should also post about!) Did a few other things in my life.
And I figured, not unhappily, that they'd sorted something out with someone else, and that was cool, BECAUSE Jason had just announced he was doing a second gig in Wellington, and it was $8, and FUCK IT I WAS GOING!!
After a phone call with Cath, who had only called in the first place to see if I wanted to have dinner Saturday before the Dome Party, she decided she was coming too, and LO, we were off. (Or will be off, tomorrow. Technically, today. I should pack and sleep. My washing is still on the line. I have packed the following:
-1 hat
-3 socks
-1 iPod charger
-1 bra
I will do the rest after cake.)
So, on Wednesday night, Ness came over and I made lasagne. It rocked, and we hung out and watched some Boosh.
While Howard was on his way to Monkey Hell I made this mad dive for the remote (which was in reaching distance and didn't need to be lunged for quite so dramatically) and paused it and read out that we, us, holy shit, are having dinner with Amanda Fucking Palmer and crew and since Jason is opening for that show it is not too much of a stretch to assume that he is 'crew' too? Yes? Maybe? Unf? Yes.
Soooo... the LFoD is going to be doing that. Hanging out before the gig. Eating pomegranate based foods. Peeling each other off the ceiling. Trying not to cry.
!!!!!!
Then holy shit, the very next day I have 9-5 Vic Uni orientation. D:
But um.
!!!