Dreaming of something wild
Today was sooooooooooo looooooooooooooooooong, ugh. Extremely slow/boring days when you are tired are the worst. Days like that I actually miss working in a busy coffee shop like I did in university, where at least you're too busy to even notice that you're tired. *le sigh*
But! Came home to concrete travel plans for mockingbird39 coming to visit me and an email from Amazon saying they shipped my stuff, so that perked me up quite a lot. :D
Saw 3 bands play last night, and they were all good. The first group didn't even have a band name yet - the 3 of them have only been playing as a unit for a couple of months, lol. Then was Blaming Lupé, with this wicked strong female vocalist who had a great variation on the indie-rock-boy attire: beige trousers, striped shirt left untucked, brown V-neck sweatervest and a poorboy cap. I probably wouldn't have noticed except for the many amusing convos cookie2697 and I've had about indie boy attire. :D
The main band was wheel*er/ (yeah, I don't know why the weird spelling either). They were SO much fun. The frontman joked a couple songs in that they were going to play Bob Seger tunes the rest of the set, which they didn't do of course, but Seger is an apt comparison for their kind of sound. Hugely guitar-based - so you KNOW I was enjoying it, lol. Seriously, the singer had a guitar, there was a lead guitarist *and* a rhythm guitarist, plus the bassist and the drummer. String overload! And they were having a blast playing; it was obvious that they were there TO play, that the music was what made it for them.
I thought of Tré a few times though, b/c the bassist pretty much played to the drummer with his back to the audience the entire time. The rhythm guitarist was kinda sideways so he could go both ways. And for the very last song? Every single one of them turned around and played at the drummer. It was a somewhat odd choice, ignoring the room completely lol, but it was amusing, especially since I kept thinking of Tré saying that watching BiaB was the first time he was able to see a show that didn't consist of his bandmates' rear ends. :D
Anyway, it was a fun night, and it was really really lovely to NOT be the driver for the first time in forfuckingever.
I've been feeling restless for a while now and in the last couple weeks it's intensified. I'm sure the fact that cosmicdancer, rulinian and letterbomb_baby have all posted wonderful roadtrippy fics hasn't helped - hell, even luthien123's is technically one, too, being as it's set on tour! The latest CAA (that's the Canadian AAA) magazine is about the Golden Highway, you know, that stretch of the Pacific Coast between SF and LA that cookie2697 and I actually drove at almost this time two years ago (omfg where did the time go?!). And popping in my summer mix when I forgot to put other CDs back in the car ain't helping either, lol, especially not when the first song is Social Distortion's Highway 101.
Then today, koneko41 mentioned this book: Delaying the Real World: a twentysomething's guide to seeking adventure. And looking_spiffy is having raptures b/c the headlining band for the Download Festival is Guns 'N Roses - the original lineup, YES, and Metallica and Motley Crue are also supposed to be there. Which, holy shit, I would *kill* to see G'n'R again, especially as part of THAT and with THOSE bands and the entire IDEA makes me feel like a twelve-year-old fangirling madly, lol. But that's over in the UK, and I'm over in Canada, and if I wasn't going to be able to save enough to go to Turkey in July there's no fucking way I could go to the UK at the beginning of June. (Although if you turn out to be a *true* prophet and Poison gets added to the bill, find out what and who I'd need to do in order to get there, k? K. lol)
And okay, I'm not twentysomething anymore, despite the persistence of other people in thinking that I'm 25. (This cropped up at the door of the bar last night - the guy taking the cover charge was, amusingly enough, very surprised when he looked at my ID and kept muttering about having mentally shaved off 7 years. It was cute. As was he.) But I always *meant* to do something like that, and then something - usually A - was always in the way. I didn't do the exchange in high school b/c I decided to do it in uni instead. I didn't do it in uni b/c I got married instead. And then I was kind of too fucked up to leave the house, let alone the country, so that was definitely a no-go lol.
But now? Not married anymore. No kids to worry about. Other than my cat, who was extremely pissed when I was in Cali for almost a month before, admittedly, lol. I do have 1/3 of a mortgage, but we're honestly beginning to consider moving anyway b/c it's sucking up so much money. Probably to another house, preferably one with more complete separation between the living quarters, but it's all very vague for now. And of course I have a job, one that I really like despite some of the retarded company restrictions and the fact that the pay is shit even after my recent review/raise. But it's a job; it's not a career; and sure they would miss me for a while but I am by no means irreplaceable there. Truthfully I have a good enough track record that I could probably get back in the centre in some capacity, if not the same division, at a later date if I left. I have great references from everywhere I've ever worked, even from my poor boss who was inflicted with me during the worst period of my depression. It still makes me laugh that he actually put that I was a cheerful coworker in my reference letter. *hugs NB*
So where am I going with this? Nowhere at this precise second. It just kind of has gears turning in my head, because I simply hadn't thought about it before. I guess I'd bought into the notion that I was too old to do that, or something. But really, fuck that. I've gone about every other damn thing in my life backwards and sideways, why should this be any different??
Btw, while I'm editing LOL, beelzezuk I'll cover ya tomorrow eve. :D *smooches*
But! Came home to concrete travel plans for mockingbird39 coming to visit me and an email from Amazon saying they shipped my stuff, so that perked me up quite a lot. :D
Saw 3 bands play last night, and they were all good. The first group didn't even have a band name yet - the 3 of them have only been playing as a unit for a couple of months, lol. Then was Blaming Lupé, with this wicked strong female vocalist who had a great variation on the indie-rock-boy attire: beige trousers, striped shirt left untucked, brown V-neck sweatervest and a poorboy cap. I probably wouldn't have noticed except for the many amusing convos cookie2697 and I've had about indie boy attire. :D
The main band was wheel*er/ (yeah, I don't know why the weird spelling either). They were SO much fun. The frontman joked a couple songs in that they were going to play Bob Seger tunes the rest of the set, which they didn't do of course, but Seger is an apt comparison for their kind of sound. Hugely guitar-based - so you KNOW I was enjoying it, lol. Seriously, the singer had a guitar, there was a lead guitarist *and* a rhythm guitarist, plus the bassist and the drummer. String overload! And they were having a blast playing; it was obvious that they were there TO play, that the music was what made it for them.
I thought of Tré a few times though, b/c the bassist pretty much played to the drummer with his back to the audience the entire time. The rhythm guitarist was kinda sideways so he could go both ways. And for the very last song? Every single one of them turned around and played at the drummer. It was a somewhat odd choice, ignoring the room completely lol, but it was amusing, especially since I kept thinking of Tré saying that watching BiaB was the first time he was able to see a show that didn't consist of his bandmates' rear ends. :D
Anyway, it was a fun night, and it was really really lovely to NOT be the driver for the first time in forfuckingever.
I've been feeling restless for a while now and in the last couple weeks it's intensified. I'm sure the fact that cosmicdancer, rulinian and letterbomb_baby have all posted wonderful roadtrippy fics hasn't helped - hell, even luthien123's is technically one, too, being as it's set on tour! The latest CAA (that's the Canadian AAA) magazine is about the Golden Highway, you know, that stretch of the Pacific Coast between SF and LA that cookie2697 and I actually drove at almost this time two years ago (omfg where did the time go?!). And popping in my summer mix when I forgot to put other CDs back in the car ain't helping either, lol, especially not when the first song is Social Distortion's Highway 101.
Then today, koneko41 mentioned this book: Delaying the Real World: a twentysomething's guide to seeking adventure. And looking_spiffy is having raptures b/c the headlining band for the Download Festival is Guns 'N Roses - the original lineup, YES, and Metallica and Motley Crue are also supposed to be there. Which, holy shit, I would *kill* to see G'n'R again, especially as part of THAT and with THOSE bands and the entire IDEA makes me feel like a twelve-year-old fangirling madly, lol. But that's over in the UK, and I'm over in Canada, and if I wasn't going to be able to save enough to go to Turkey in July there's no fucking way I could go to the UK at the beginning of June. (Although if you turn out to be a *true* prophet and Poison gets added to the bill, find out what and who I'd need to do in order to get there, k? K. lol)
And okay, I'm not twentysomething anymore, despite the persistence of other people in thinking that I'm 25. (This cropped up at the door of the bar last night - the guy taking the cover charge was, amusingly enough, very surprised when he looked at my ID and kept muttering about having mentally shaved off 7 years. It was cute. As was he.) But I always *meant* to do something like that, and then something - usually A - was always in the way. I didn't do the exchange in high school b/c I decided to do it in uni instead. I didn't do it in uni b/c I got married instead. And then I was kind of too fucked up to leave the house, let alone the country, so that was definitely a no-go lol.
But now? Not married anymore. No kids to worry about. Other than my cat, who was extremely pissed when I was in Cali for almost a month before, admittedly, lol. I do have 1/3 of a mortgage, but we're honestly beginning to consider moving anyway b/c it's sucking up so much money. Probably to another house, preferably one with more complete separation between the living quarters, but it's all very vague for now. And of course I have a job, one that I really like despite some of the retarded company restrictions and the fact that the pay is shit even after my recent review/raise. But it's a job; it's not a career; and sure they would miss me for a while but I am by no means irreplaceable there. Truthfully I have a good enough track record that I could probably get back in the centre in some capacity, if not the same division, at a later date if I left. I have great references from everywhere I've ever worked, even from my poor boss who was inflicted with me during the worst period of my depression. It still makes me laugh that he actually put that I was a cheerful coworker in my reference letter. *hugs NB*
So where am I going with this? Nowhere at this precise second. It just kind of has gears turning in my head, because I simply hadn't thought about it before. I guess I'd bought into the notion that I was too old to do that, or something. But really, fuck that. I've gone about every other damn thing in my life backwards and sideways, why should this be any different??
Btw, while I'm editing LOL, beelzezuk I'll cover ya tomorrow eve. :D *smooches*