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so i can't find my sewing floss anywhere and i'm gonna assume violet ate it. while i'm here...
this weekend was awesome.
friday after my extremely successful internship interview: drove to wormtown (worcester) and had 2 coney island delicious chili cheese hot dogs waiting for me. ate them with haste. changed into "STREET CLOTHES", and then traveled with andy, ryan, jesse, and jon shirley to brighton (part of boston, why are there so many parts of boston anyway?) for a show in a small small (shirley couldn't stand inside of it) basement. 1st band = fast death = pretty good actually. 2nd band = mundo muerto or muerto mundo, whatever, from la, which had two girls in it. they were ok but had their own banner which made them seem important. i missed the 3rd band (nerveskade) who allegedly was great. i was too busy enjoying the party upstairs, to which i will also give two thumbs up. great house. drove back to andy and ryan's and passed the fuck out.
saturday woke up at 1: ate some awesome moe's, little matt came over with excellent zines to read and tapes to listen to. 4 things were going on downtown: 1. "johnny hobo" and his lame ass band were supposed to be playing, us 4 got there first, and then promptly left because it was fucking lame. 2. grateful dead playing a free show at the same time as 3. metalfest at the palladium...AMAZING CHAOS. wandered through throngs of dreadlocked drug dealers and the dirtiest people you will ever see, and then through groups of cross-armed vegan life edge mosh bros. hilarious but scary. all of this while 4. a cheerleading competition was going on. retarded. then andy and i started drinking with little matt, went to rocha's apartment, went to a party for the enigmatic "mike villarni" who i still don't know. got way too drunk, got creeped out, had fun anyway. puked at andy's later.
sunday woke up at 9: felt fine, went to the grafton flea market with andy and jon shirley, got a sweet spikey-helmeted skull pin and thoreau's "civil disobedience" (and other essays). then returned, listened to music and played darts, then walked to wormside and drank some high life. beautiful day by the way. walked back to andy's, then came home to FOOD in the house (ridiculous nonsense) and had some delicious frozen delights. plus sun chips. now i'm trying to sew...but where is my FLOSS
this weekend was awesome.
friday after my extremely successful internship interview: drove to wormtown (worcester) and had 2 coney island delicious chili cheese hot dogs waiting for me. ate them with haste. changed into "STREET CLOTHES", and then traveled with andy, ryan, jesse, and jon shirley to brighton (part of boston, why are there so many parts of boston anyway?) for a show in a small small (shirley couldn't stand inside of it) basement. 1st band = fast death = pretty good actually. 2nd band = mundo muerto or muerto mundo, whatever, from la, which had two girls in it. they were ok but had their own banner which made them seem important. i missed the 3rd band (nerveskade) who allegedly was great. i was too busy enjoying the party upstairs, to which i will also give two thumbs up. great house. drove back to andy and ryan's and passed the fuck out.
saturday woke up at 1: ate some awesome moe's, little matt came over with excellent zines to read and tapes to listen to. 4 things were going on downtown: 1. "johnny hobo" and his lame ass band were supposed to be playing, us 4 got there first, and then promptly left because it was fucking lame. 2. grateful dead playing a free show at the same time as 3. metalfest at the palladium...AMAZING CHAOS. wandered through throngs of dreadlocked drug dealers and the dirtiest people you will ever see, and then through groups of cross-armed vegan life edge mosh bros. hilarious but scary. all of this while 4. a cheerleading competition was going on. retarded. then andy and i started drinking with little matt, went to rocha's apartment, went to a party for the enigmatic "mike villarni" who i still don't know. got way too drunk, got creeped out, had fun anyway. puked at andy's later.
sunday woke up at 9: felt fine, went to the grafton flea market with andy and jon shirley, got a sweet spikey-helmeted skull pin and thoreau's "civil disobedience" (and other essays). then returned, listened to music and played darts, then walked to wormside and drank some high life. beautiful day by the way. walked back to andy's, then came home to FOOD in the house (ridiculous nonsense) and had some delicious frozen delights. plus sun chips. now i'm trying to sew...but where is my FLOSS