damn i havent written on here in forever
so i'm the type that will have bad dreams about shit im excited about.
right now im planning for my 21st birthday party, so of course im having dreams about everything going wrong, including shit that could never happen.
ive got a few bands set up to play and in my dream there was a combo of all these bands performing together
nick (guitarist for survival) mike (drummer for they came at dawn) cole (bassist for out of spite) and bekka (vocalist for natural born schwillers) were all performing together. which would never happen.
and instead of being at the vortex, we were at my ghetto ass fucked up house in oakland. 50 people were cramped in my kitchen/dining room, huddled around my table. it starts raining, and my roof starts leaking as it does.
so the 'band' gets pissed cos they dont want their equipment to get fucked up. so they leave, but they leave their instruments behind getting wet...
then everyone else leaves, and im stuck with an open mostly-full keg, all by myself.
then i wake up panting.
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anyways, i know things wont get that bad. the worst that could happen is the land lord coming up that weekend, in which case id have to tell the touring bands not to come up... which would suck but id still probably be able to have some sort of party. as long as he warns us a couple days ahead of time.
but all in all, i must say i feel verry loved that a bunch of my peeps are coming up to see me... well im not that conceded, i know its just so they can play shows outside of the bay, but still.
go me!
right now im planning for my 21st birthday party, so of course im having dreams about everything going wrong, including shit that could never happen.
ive got a few bands set up to play and in my dream there was a combo of all these bands performing together
nick (guitarist for survival) mike (drummer for they came at dawn) cole (bassist for out of spite) and bekka (vocalist for natural born schwillers) were all performing together. which would never happen.
and instead of being at the vortex, we were at my ghetto ass fucked up house in oakland. 50 people were cramped in my kitchen/dining room, huddled around my table. it starts raining, and my roof starts leaking as it does.
so the 'band' gets pissed cos they dont want their equipment to get fucked up. so they leave, but they leave their instruments behind getting wet...
then everyone else leaves, and im stuck with an open mostly-full keg, all by myself.
then i wake up panting.
~~~~~~~~
anyways, i know things wont get that bad. the worst that could happen is the land lord coming up that weekend, in which case id have to tell the touring bands not to come up... which would suck but id still probably be able to have some sort of party. as long as he warns us a couple days ahead of time.
but all in all, i must say i feel verry loved that a bunch of my peeps are coming up to see me... well im not that conceded, i know its just so they can play shows outside of the bay, but still.
go me!