Saturday, October 21, 2006
After we loaded in, Jim and I went back home. I ate some Gluten and rice concoction that I had made and the drank some beer. Later I ate garlic fingers and washed them down with more beer. It was a stupid stupid idea. I bought a 24 of Bud Light about a week ago, so that I could get one of those hats that come inside. I thought the hats looked funny and I wanted one.
What a terrible mistake. I drank too much swill last night, ate too much greasy food and then I got sick. I didn't feel so hot by the time we played.
I drank a lot of water while Gilbert Switzer played and I just felt bloated.
During the first song we played, my pants broke. My button fell off my pants so I was paranoid about them falling off for the rest of our set. I guess that wouldn't have been a terrible thing. It doesn't matter because they didn't fall off and I didn't throw up. We played a new song that I think we might have played once before. I am excited to play another show with Jim before Lachie gets back to play the Regulations show on the 3rd of November.
Fucked Up played and it was good. About 10 minutes into their set, I noticed a girl, who looked completely out of her element, wander up to the front of the stage with her boyfriend. 15 minutes after that, I saw her huddled up next to a monitor while sitting on stage. I thought it was funny, but nothing remarkable. 5 minutes later she's standing on the stage looking totally lost. As if she just put on one of her Aunt Harriet's magic hats and was magically transported to the stage.
With 5 people on the Stage Nine stage, it's hard to find a spot where you're out of the way. She just stood amongst the band for half a song while looking dumbfounded. She moved to the back for awhile before someone took her down. A few minutes later, she was at the bar, having another drink.
Halfway through the last song, she comes back on stage, starts dancing and attempting to grind on various band members. She's knocked around a bit, continues to dance, while completely ignoring the fact that she's interupting Fucked Up's set. It's fucking brilliant, She's completely oblivious to her surroundings.
Somehow she makes if off the stage, Fucked Up finish their set and everyone goes home.
Except for this rig. I walked out of Stage Nine and see her being held like an oversized ragdoll by a guy who later turns out to be her boyfriend. He's less than delicately trying to hold her up because her feet don't seem to be working while desperately holding on to a rose. A rose that she will see while puking her guts up the next day and will think fondly of him, "Oh a rose! Oh that Joe! What a catch! He saved me from choking on my own puke, by sitting me on that bench!"
I don't know how the unconcious girl or her dolt of a boyfriend made it home, I just hope that they're both sterile.
What a terrible mistake. I drank too much swill last night, ate too much greasy food and then I got sick. I didn't feel so hot by the time we played.
I drank a lot of water while Gilbert Switzer played and I just felt bloated.
During the first song we played, my pants broke. My button fell off my pants so I was paranoid about them falling off for the rest of our set. I guess that wouldn't have been a terrible thing. It doesn't matter because they didn't fall off and I didn't throw up. We played a new song that I think we might have played once before. I am excited to play another show with Jim before Lachie gets back to play the Regulations show on the 3rd of November.
Fucked Up played and it was good. About 10 minutes into their set, I noticed a girl, who looked completely out of her element, wander up to the front of the stage with her boyfriend. 15 minutes after that, I saw her huddled up next to a monitor while sitting on stage. I thought it was funny, but nothing remarkable. 5 minutes later she's standing on the stage looking totally lost. As if she just put on one of her Aunt Harriet's magic hats and was magically transported to the stage.
With 5 people on the Stage Nine stage, it's hard to find a spot where you're out of the way. She just stood amongst the band for half a song while looking dumbfounded. She moved to the back for awhile before someone took her down. A few minutes later, she was at the bar, having another drink.
Halfway through the last song, she comes back on stage, starts dancing and attempting to grind on various band members. She's knocked around a bit, continues to dance, while completely ignoring the fact that she's interupting Fucked Up's set. It's fucking brilliant, She's completely oblivious to her surroundings.
Somehow she makes if off the stage, Fucked Up finish their set and everyone goes home.
Except for this rig. I walked out of Stage Nine and see her being held like an oversized ragdoll by a guy who later turns out to be her boyfriend. He's less than delicately trying to hold her up because her feet don't seem to be working while desperately holding on to a rose. A rose that she will see while puking her guts up the next day and will think fondly of him, "Oh a rose! Oh that Joe! What a catch! He saved me from choking on my own puke, by sitting me on that bench!"
I don't know how the unconcious girl or her dolt of a boyfriend made it home, I just hope that they're both sterile.
# posted by Die Brucke @ 10:07 AM 
