Stuff and Some Things
Let's see. It's been a while since my last entry, so I'll just do a brief recap.
Doug
My ex, Doug, visited for about a week. He was in Las Vegas and asked if he could come up for a little bit. It was strained and strange. Even Perry said that he was not the same Doug that he knew from when we first got together. But, I do wish him the best.
Joseph
My Atlanta boy, Joseph, announced that he was quitting his job and moving to Bulgaria. The ensuing conversations were not pretty and resulted in the probable alienation of us both from each other, even if he doesn't follow through with the endeavor.
Music Weekend
expurgate, telecommunicate, and I went to BFD on Saturday. It was a lot of fun, despite a brief less-than-friendly parlay with a couple blond bitches as they rudely pushed past us in the crowd and then tried to act like we were the ones being rude for not letting them by. I guess they thought, 'Here are a few guys who will be smitten with our blondness and just make way for us.' Sorry, ladies... as expurgate put it, 'You're not even on our radar.' The best part was seeing them 15 minutes later, heading back out of the mosh pit looking quite beat up and bedraggled. Good thing you made it up to the front, ladies!
Panic! At The Disco and Franz Ferdinand were both awesome. FF even played Michael, which was unexpectedly awesome. OK. Now for the embarrassing story. Keep in mind that I'd only seen FF for the first time at Coachella this year, and by the time we'd gotten to the stage where they were playing, we were very far back, so I couldn't see them well. Cut to BFD, where, according to the printed schedule, they were supposed to hit the main stage second, right after Every Move A Picture. So, I'm all psyched when they hit the stage, only they're really mellow for some reason and I don't recognize any of their songs. I think to myself, 'They just came out with a new album not that long ago. Did they come out with yet another one that I haven't heard, that's really a different sound than their previous albums?' After they're done, I lean to telecommunicate and say, 'Wow. That was really different. They played a completely different set here than at Coachella.' Well, you can see where this is going. A little later, telecommunicate says, 'I wonder when Franz Ferdinand is coming on. They obviously aren't going according to the schedule.' I was like, 'What? I thought they played already.' 'No, sweetie.' said telecommunicate, 'That was Echo & The Bunnymen.' I was wondering why they didn't sound anything like any FF I've got on CD!
Sunday was Alice's Summerthing in Golden Gate Park. It was cold, but worth it to see one of my favorite bands, Cake. After we got home and expurgate and telecommunicate left, I took a nice little nap. Then I watched two DVDs and went back to bed.
Overall, it was a nice weekend.
Doug
My ex, Doug, visited for about a week. He was in Las Vegas and asked if he could come up for a little bit. It was strained and strange. Even Perry said that he was not the same Doug that he knew from when we first got together. But, I do wish him the best.
Joseph
My Atlanta boy, Joseph, announced that he was quitting his job and moving to Bulgaria. The ensuing conversations were not pretty and resulted in the probable alienation of us both from each other, even if he doesn't follow through with the endeavor.
Music Weekend
expurgate, telecommunicate, and I went to BFD on Saturday. It was a lot of fun, despite a brief less-than-friendly parlay with a couple blond bitches as they rudely pushed past us in the crowd and then tried to act like we were the ones being rude for not letting them by. I guess they thought, 'Here are a few guys who will be smitten with our blondness and just make way for us.' Sorry, ladies... as expurgate put it, 'You're not even on our radar.' The best part was seeing them 15 minutes later, heading back out of the mosh pit looking quite beat up and bedraggled. Good thing you made it up to the front, ladies!
Panic! At The Disco and Franz Ferdinand were both awesome. FF even played Michael, which was unexpectedly awesome. OK. Now for the embarrassing story. Keep in mind that I'd only seen FF for the first time at Coachella this year, and by the time we'd gotten to the stage where they were playing, we were very far back, so I couldn't see them well. Cut to BFD, where, according to the printed schedule, they were supposed to hit the main stage second, right after Every Move A Picture. So, I'm all psyched when they hit the stage, only they're really mellow for some reason and I don't recognize any of their songs. I think to myself, 'They just came out with a new album not that long ago. Did they come out with yet another one that I haven't heard, that's really a different sound than their previous albums?' After they're done, I lean to telecommunicate and say, 'Wow. That was really different. They played a completely different set here than at Coachella.' Well, you can see where this is going. A little later, telecommunicate says, 'I wonder when Franz Ferdinand is coming on. They obviously aren't going according to the schedule.' I was like, 'What? I thought they played already.' 'No, sweetie.' said telecommunicate, 'That was Echo & The Bunnymen.' I was wondering why they didn't sound anything like any FF I've got on CD!
Sunday was Alice's Summerthing in Golden Gate Park. It was cold, but worth it to see one of my favorite bands, Cake. After we got home and expurgate and telecommunicate left, I took a nice little nap. Then I watched two DVDs and went back to bed.
Overall, it was a nice weekend.