I may stop writing in you soon. How sad.
Hello, old friend. Stream of consciousness time!
Last Friday I went to a show on the Queen Mary. Golly!
My brother's band and about a million billion others were playing. There were a bunch of stages on three levels of musical wonder.But things didn't go off as smoothly as they could have.Here's why!
I got to Fred's apartment just as he was getting home from work. He still had to shower and then rush to Darren's, and then we (we being Fred, his gf Rebecca and myself) booked it to Long Beach.
Have I ever told you how much I love and miss Long Beach? I never actually lived there but I spent enough time there as a child for it to retain a large piece of my heart. I love you, Long Beach.
On a comepletely unrelated note, they have a Roscoe's chicken and waffles there. Yum.
So anyway, we make it to the Queen Mary and then Fred has to unload his drum kit, then figure out where he's supposed to play. Then the rest of the band shows up. It takes them so long to get settled and set up that they're told at 5:50 that they can only play until 6:15. So the boys have to play a very short and rushed set.
After they played I checked out some of the other bands. This one called Electro City was really good. Contrary to what you would think, it' a drummer, a guitar player and a singer. That's it. Another band that wasn't too bad was called Fall in February. One other band caught my ear and was pretty bad-ass but I couldn't catch their name. Something something Thursday. I don't know.
And because the guys weren't pissed enough, Justin tells everyone they could have played Saturday instead of Friday. This would have meant nobody had to rush home from work and other such unpleasantness. When asked why he didn't mention this before he just threw up his arms and shrugged. The official sign for a mumbled "ionno"And then to really piss the rest of the band off he says he's leaving. And takes all the band merch with him.
My brother smokes entirely too much weed to be so fucking angry all the time.
I was expecting to see a bunch of creepy, angry punk rock fucks at the show but there was a surprising amount of total cuteness there. You should have seen the getaway sticks on some of these boys. I really wanted Iván to come with me but his bitch ass had to work. Maybe next time.
This one guy said something to me, I think. It was either "No emo!" or "Go emo!"
WTF. I don't look or dress emo in any way. Was it 'cause of the stripes on my longsleeve tee? I wore that shit to keep warm. It's cold in Long Beach.
He must have been the fuckwad with the weed-tastic clothing line who can't tell the difference between there and their.
Their goes the neighborhood.
And maybe next time we can go look for ghosts! Oh, let's do!Speaking of, I recently saw The Haunting in Connecticut. Finally. Really good movie, but it failed to scare me at all. This is the fourth scary movie I've seen that failed to scare me at all. Something may be wrong with me. Or maybe I've seen scarier things in my life.
Maybe these movies just suck.
Except for The Haunting. That was a good flick. It made me sad rather than scared.
I guess that's it for now.
Last Friday I went to a show on the Queen Mary. Golly!
My brother's band and about a million billion others were playing. There were a bunch of stages on three levels of musical wonder.But things didn't go off as smoothly as they could have.Here's why!
I got to Fred's apartment just as he was getting home from work. He still had to shower and then rush to Darren's, and then we (we being Fred, his gf Rebecca and myself) booked it to Long Beach.
Have I ever told you how much I love and miss Long Beach? I never actually lived there but I spent enough time there as a child for it to retain a large piece of my heart. I love you, Long Beach.
On a comepletely unrelated note, they have a Roscoe's chicken and waffles there. Yum.
So anyway, we make it to the Queen Mary and then Fred has to unload his drum kit, then figure out where he's supposed to play. Then the rest of the band shows up. It takes them so long to get settled and set up that they're told at 5:50 that they can only play until 6:15. So the boys have to play a very short and rushed set.
After they played I checked out some of the other bands. This one called Electro City was really good. Contrary to what you would think, it' a drummer, a guitar player and a singer. That's it. Another band that wasn't too bad was called Fall in February. One other band caught my ear and was pretty bad-ass but I couldn't catch their name. Something something Thursday. I don't know.
And because the guys weren't pissed enough, Justin tells everyone they could have played Saturday instead of Friday. This would have meant nobody had to rush home from work and other such unpleasantness. When asked why he didn't mention this before he just threw up his arms and shrugged. The official sign for a mumbled "ionno"And then to really piss the rest of the band off he says he's leaving. And takes all the band merch with him.
My brother smokes entirely too much weed to be so fucking angry all the time.
I was expecting to see a bunch of creepy, angry punk rock fucks at the show but there was a surprising amount of total cuteness there. You should have seen the getaway sticks on some of these boys. I really wanted Iván to come with me but his bitch ass had to work. Maybe next time.
This one guy said something to me, I think. It was either "No emo!" or "Go emo!"
WTF. I don't look or dress emo in any way. Was it 'cause of the stripes on my longsleeve tee? I wore that shit to keep warm. It's cold in Long Beach.
He must have been the fuckwad with the weed-tastic clothing line who can't tell the difference between there and their.
Their goes the neighborhood.
And maybe next time we can go look for ghosts! Oh, let's do!Speaking of, I recently saw The Haunting in Connecticut. Finally. Really good movie, but it failed to scare me at all. This is the fourth scary movie I've seen that failed to scare me at all. Something may be wrong with me. Or maybe I've seen scarier things in my life.
Maybe these movies just suck.
Except for The Haunting. That was a good flick. It made me sad rather than scared.
I guess that's it for now.