HELL YEAH
tonight was fucking awesome.
so I went to abc MAD EARLY today to attend a special emergency volunteer meeting regarding one of our bookers, amelia. she's apparently been booking shows over the past few months with five bands, when there's only supposed to be four bands, and being somewhat sneaky and underhanded about getting all five to play against the rest of the collective's wishes. but good arguments were brought up by both sides at the meeting. in fact, too many good arguments were brought up. seriously, I'm beginning to feel like all we ever do at our fucking meetings is talk and talk and talk back and forth and on top and around and underneath and etc. I think it's awesome that everyone has something to say and that everyone feels free to share their input, and that we all want to be as clear as possible in our understanding of each other's ideas, but it gets to the point where I think people end up speaking just to hear themselves. we finally got to an agreement after an hour of discussion that she's to complete running the shows she's already booked through july 31st, train camilla as a new booker during that period, not book any new shows, and officially step down afterwards.
so there was a lot of bitchiness and frustration brewing amongst the crew as the show began, and many of us were less than excited for the bands playing, which didn't help the mood. first off, the first band didn't even go on until like 5:15. doors open at 3. and though the music wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be, it wasn't up to usual abc par, and I ended up chilling behind the distro or in the backyard for 90% of the show. you remember evan, that kid with the really nice girlfriend that I hit on by accident? he was volunteering today. at first I tried to keep somewhat of a distance because I didn't want him to get the wrong message, but we ended up making conversation, and actually talked out back for a good chunk of the time. by the end we were all bored out of our minds and itching to DO SOMETHING ELSE.
molly came back from virginia, where she was looking at colleges, and her and emily zipped off to a night show at the lake. I had a bad gut feeling and decided to stay around abc and party for a bit. because of the prozac I knew my tolerance was gonna be fairly low so I bought a forty to split with evan. that kid's super chill, super intelligent, and super principled. I just wish he weren't so fucking cute, because I can't help but be at least really fucking a little attracted to him. but I'm capable of keeping it in my pants, and honestly I see us as making really good friends. we seriously just talked politics, one on one, and sipped old e while everyone was going loopy around us. he doesn't even smoke and he came outside into the cold with me while I had a cigarette, and while I was talking about old men creeping on me when I was young and drunk and just starting to hang out on the lower east side, he said if anyone ever really fucked with me he'd have my back because he's always there for his friends. he even mentioned my visit to his house and laughed and said it was all good, I had just got fucked up and rested on his shoulder, and that everyone drinks a little too much sometimes. when he had to leave he made sure I had his number and said I should seriously hit him up to chill sometime.
around that same time nat, who had the keys, had to leave, but because the front door locks automatically he just put emma in charge of making sure we all left when she did and shutting the door behind us. shawn, rich and paul also had to go over to paul's house so they said goodbye to me, lola and the rest of the remaining volunteers. we all headed upstairs and made ramen in a coffee pot (because they ripped out our stove to put in heating), drank some more (but I never got beyond pleasantly tipsy, which was awesome! I love being pleasantly tipsy!), smoked some cigarettes, ate nilla wafers, and continued being the loud, obnoxious, disorganized punks we are.
and that probably the fucking most horrible, cheesy thing I've ever written in my entire life but I don't give a shit. because besides the fact that i still really need to get laid, I am finally beginning to feel satisfied again. people shit on psychiatric medicine so much, and it may just be the placebo effect, but I feel like these pills are already starting to help (I'm concentrating better on schoolwork and shit too). I REALLY enjoyed myself tonight, no catch.
we'll see how it goes from here.
cheers.
so I went to abc MAD EARLY today to attend a special emergency volunteer meeting regarding one of our bookers, amelia. she's apparently been booking shows over the past few months with five bands, when there's only supposed to be four bands, and being somewhat sneaky and underhanded about getting all five to play against the rest of the collective's wishes. but good arguments were brought up by both sides at the meeting. in fact, too many good arguments were brought up. seriously, I'm beginning to feel like all we ever do at our fucking meetings is talk and talk and talk back and forth and on top and around and underneath and etc. I think it's awesome that everyone has something to say and that everyone feels free to share their input, and that we all want to be as clear as possible in our understanding of each other's ideas, but it gets to the point where I think people end up speaking just to hear themselves. we finally got to an agreement after an hour of discussion that she's to complete running the shows she's already booked through july 31st, train camilla as a new booker during that period, not book any new shows, and officially step down afterwards.
so there was a lot of bitchiness and frustration brewing amongst the crew as the show began, and many of us were less than excited for the bands playing, which didn't help the mood. first off, the first band didn't even go on until like 5:15. doors open at 3. and though the music wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be, it wasn't up to usual abc par, and I ended up chilling behind the distro or in the backyard for 90% of the show. you remember evan, that kid with the really nice girlfriend that I hit on by accident? he was volunteering today. at first I tried to keep somewhat of a distance because I didn't want him to get the wrong message, but we ended up making conversation, and actually talked out back for a good chunk of the time. by the end we were all bored out of our minds and itching to DO SOMETHING ELSE.
molly came back from virginia, where she was looking at colleges, and her and emily zipped off to a night show at the lake. I had a bad gut feeling and decided to stay around abc and party for a bit. because of the prozac I knew my tolerance was gonna be fairly low so I bought a forty to split with evan. that kid's super chill, super intelligent, and super principled. I just wish he weren't so fucking cute, because I can't help but be at least really fucking a little attracted to him. but I'm capable of keeping it in my pants, and honestly I see us as making really good friends. we seriously just talked politics, one on one, and sipped old e while everyone was going loopy around us. he doesn't even smoke and he came outside into the cold with me while I had a cigarette, and while I was talking about old men creeping on me when I was young and drunk and just starting to hang out on the lower east side, he said if anyone ever really fucked with me he'd have my back because he's always there for his friends. he even mentioned my visit to his house and laughed and said it was all good, I had just got fucked up and rested on his shoulder, and that everyone drinks a little too much sometimes. when he had to leave he made sure I had his number and said I should seriously hit him up to chill sometime.
around that same time nat, who had the keys, had to leave, but because the front door locks automatically he just put emma in charge of making sure we all left when she did and shutting the door behind us. shawn, rich and paul also had to go over to paul's house so they said goodbye to me, lola and the rest of the remaining volunteers. we all headed upstairs and made ramen in a coffee pot (because they ripped out our stove to put in heating), drank some more (but I never got beyond pleasantly tipsy, which was awesome! I love being pleasantly tipsy!), smoked some cigarettes, ate nilla wafers, and continued being the loud, obnoxious, disorganized punks we are.
and that probably the fucking most horrible, cheesy thing I've ever written in my entire life but I don't give a shit. because besides the fact that i still really need to get laid, I am finally beginning to feel satisfied again. people shit on psychiatric medicine so much, and it may just be the placebo effect, but I feel like these pills are already starting to help (I'm concentrating better on schoolwork and shit too). I REALLY enjoyed myself tonight, no catch.
we'll see how it goes from here.
cheers.