Nov 26, 2006 07:29
I have lost something substantial: my fucking majority rule/paul frank beanie that I've wore for about 6 years straight. Damn! I'm pretty sure it's either in some cranny in the Market tavern in Birmingham, or on some cat's head in Birmingham. Either way, I'm stoke with no security blanket to throw on my head after shows. Fug!
So the dollar is half as strong as the puond, which sucks ass. Being here for a week, with two days off, is killing me. Plus, the idea of dinner, to these promoters, is apparently bags of 'crisps', bananas, bad orange juice, and hummus. Fuck me.
I spent a whole hour and a half joggin around the original Exeter, taking pictures, and buying hella postcards to send home to my family in Exeter, CA. James, if you're reading this, you need to go there some time. haha. It's rad.
The shows here are still pure shit: small, smoke filled pubs, with about a 10-50% hardcore kids attendance percentage, and nobody buys merch or moves around. And absolutely no one is Straight Edge (ok, maybe one or two). Very interesting. In some ways, I long for CA.
I miss Alison, especially since I've been dreaming about dudes moving in on her while I'm gone. haha. Embarrassing, I know, but I really did dream it!
Dustin