My evening as a groupie.
Lately I had been thinking how cool it would be to know someone in a band and drink hard and party harder.
The saying 'Be careful what you wish for' is making utter sense while I sit here and pickle in a jacket that will probably smell like cigarettes for a few months, at least.
It was called The Absurd. It was some bizarre anti-festival that very few people attended, but was surprisingly very good. Lots of cool electronic music and some punk and acoustic stuff. I rather enjoyed myself!
What I can remember, anyway.
It started at 16.00 so I was drinking from the get-go. I also went alone and managed to make friends with quite a few people. I woke up with a phone number to be friends and everything! I'm not sure if it works... Some cool gay couple. One of them looked like Tegan and Sara. Obvs. And she was Australian! They were super cool. I ran off to dance to some punk music and didn't get to say goodbye.
Then it all starts to get very blurry.
Before I know it I have a spliff in one hand and I'm snogging the face off of the lead singer from the punk band. He keeps repeating 'You're fucking mint 'cos you like girls and weed'. I missed the mini-bus home and hung off this band. Luckily getting a ride, going to some house party. More beer, more weed. Oh dear.
I'm really, really bad when I've had a lot to drink. I mean, I'm okay in general. But if I feel the need to go home at any given time I will get up and leave right then and there! It doesn't even matter where I am!
I had no idea where I was either. I asked where Ruabon Road was and a balding man just laughed and said good luck. I know that it took me 7 songs to get home. That's all. I woke up the following day and though 'Thank fucking God!'. That's really not safe...
There are flashes in my mind of dancing and snogging and smoking. I have no idea! I even tried to return to the house two seconds after leaving and couldn't find it!
Oh, dear. Oh, dear.
It was a very good night, though. That's the kind of partying I'd be doing all the time if I wanted to live fast and die hard. But nay. I'd be happy with a party like that once a year at most. Ki was actually a very nice man. His beard wasn't the worst thing in the world. Now I think about it, I'm pretty sure he was in his thirties..
If anything, the evening reminded me that I could never go further than a snog with a guy. A relationship is out of the question. I would probably not be very nice and walk all over him.
So to conclude... I'm gay! Gay and sober!
I do like being one of the kitchen people. I'm not that cool in real life. It was good for one evening.
I'm relieved that I can now think that the last person I kissed wasn't Aurora. At least there is that.
The saying 'Be careful what you wish for' is making utter sense while I sit here and pickle in a jacket that will probably smell like cigarettes for a few months, at least.
It was called The Absurd. It was some bizarre anti-festival that very few people attended, but was surprisingly very good. Lots of cool electronic music and some punk and acoustic stuff. I rather enjoyed myself!
What I can remember, anyway.
It started at 16.00 so I was drinking from the get-go. I also went alone and managed to make friends with quite a few people. I woke up with a phone number to be friends and everything! I'm not sure if it works... Some cool gay couple. One of them looked like Tegan and Sara. Obvs. And she was Australian! They were super cool. I ran off to dance to some punk music and didn't get to say goodbye.
Then it all starts to get very blurry.
Before I know it I have a spliff in one hand and I'm snogging the face off of the lead singer from the punk band. He keeps repeating 'You're fucking mint 'cos you like girls and weed'. I missed the mini-bus home and hung off this band. Luckily getting a ride, going to some house party. More beer, more weed. Oh dear.
I'm really, really bad when I've had a lot to drink. I mean, I'm okay in general. But if I feel the need to go home at any given time I will get up and leave right then and there! It doesn't even matter where I am!
I had no idea where I was either. I asked where Ruabon Road was and a balding man just laughed and said good luck. I know that it took me 7 songs to get home. That's all. I woke up the following day and though 'Thank fucking God!'. That's really not safe...
There are flashes in my mind of dancing and snogging and smoking. I have no idea! I even tried to return to the house two seconds after leaving and couldn't find it!
Oh, dear. Oh, dear.
It was a very good night, though. That's the kind of partying I'd be doing all the time if I wanted to live fast and die hard. But nay. I'd be happy with a party like that once a year at most. Ki was actually a very nice man. His beard wasn't the worst thing in the world. Now I think about it, I'm pretty sure he was in his thirties..
If anything, the evening reminded me that I could never go further than a snog with a guy. A relationship is out of the question. I would probably not be very nice and walk all over him.
So to conclude... I'm gay! Gay and sober!
I do like being one of the kitchen people. I'm not that cool in real life. It was good for one evening.
I'm relieved that I can now think that the last person I kissed wasn't Aurora. At least there is that.