Finally, a show.
I had so much fun.
Before.
After.
During.
Before was ridiculous, practicing is a party.
Getting everything together.
Anxiety and nervousness before getting up there.
I miss that shit, fuck.. that was fun.
During, oh boy.
I wish I could remember the lyrics.
So I could be, you know, more ridiculous.
Dance, walk around, fall to the ground, be slutty.
That sort of thing.
Give the show some more.. something.
ANYWAYS.
What a party.
I've been feeling a rush all day.
I'm glad so many people came out too.
Wednesday shows are always kind of scary.
Al though, if you're going to ask me to put ya on the guest list, fucking show up.
I could of put people on there that would of actually came.
Instead, totally wasted.
Except 1 person came, to which I am grateful.
Guest list man, it's a powerful thing.
And after the show was hilarious.
Drive home with Craig Hamlin, rocking out.
Late night girl talk with Hoolia.
Good times, Wednesday is awesome.
Alright, what else has been happening.
Mike D and I are going to hit a football game.
Live in your face football?
Beer?
Party!
Speaking of Mike D, the other day.
Jen and Mike were lazing around after crazy Saturday.
Watching football, I came to interrupt.
We ordered food, complained, watched hockey youtube videos.
You know, the proper way to waste a Sunday.
I hung out with the Tay on Monday.
A little laundry, errand running combo.
Three hours flew by in no time.
Monday night at Reflections was good.
There was the Search, Fuck Montreal and No Flyers Please.
I didn't know anyone else there.
Yet had a ball, throwing drinks around, general crazy.
I don't even remember the walk home.
I do remember some vague reference to Sister Act.
Tuesday.
Oh Jesus.
I had mayo.
I feel gross.
I've felt dirty since.
Fuck condiments.
They make me.. ugh.
I got to see Didier at shot night, which is awesome.
Oh OH OH.
I went to the Menz bar for the first time.
Had some awesome hang outs with Krista.
AND TODAY.
I hung with Christian and we gossiped like teenage girls.
Sweet breakfast at Mary's and less then intellectual conversation.
Simmons is my favorite gossip buddy.
Well.
Lets see what the rest of the week holds.