friday!!!!
Jan. 23rd, 2004 07:07 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
swingchickiewahoo!!!! for some reason, this seemed like a really long week. thank god for the weekend, lotsa good stuff planned.
last night was a blast, went to see the clarks in the city. i've been waiting to see them for 7 years -- used to follow them when i lived in PA (where they're from), but when i moved here 7 years ago, it was hard to see them. each of the few times they've travelled to boston, something happened to keep me from the show. (4 years ago, they were supposed to play on nantucket... i rented a hotel room on the island, booked the ferry, the whole bit... and there was a hurricane that weekend!) so finally i got to see my boys again. brought one of my girlfriends with me, she's the perfect person to see a band with... one of those friends who you might not see for 6 months, and then you can just call and say "hey let's do karaoke tonight", and she's like, "sure, see you at 8."
going to the show made me realize 2 things though: 1. how much older i am than most concertgoers now, and 2. how glad i am that i'm not 21 anymore. there was this group of really obnoxious 21 year old girls, who sort of took over the corner my friend and i had been in (the rest of the balcony was open, but they had to be right on top of us)... they were drunk off their asses, screaming and giggling like idiots, and grinding against each other to get guys' attention. guys were all over them, it was really gross. one particular girl, the worst of the lot, was too drunk to understand the concept of personal space... first she sat down on my leather jacket... i could understand if the place was packed, but again we were up in a pretty empty balcony, it was on a bench by itself, and nothing else was on the bench. so i walked over and gently pulled the jacket out from under her to move it, and she rolled her drunken eyes at me like how DARE i move my JACKET from under her ASS. then at another point, she sat down after coming from the bar, and literally sat on me to scootch me out of the way (with the rest of the bench empty). later i went to sit down (the bench was right behind me), and 2 of her friends had passed out full-length on it. classy.
the b.f. apologized for the whole TV fiasco the other night. i know he didn't do anything to be mean, it was just stupid (and his friend seriously drove me nuts). he actually called me at work yesterday to talk it out, so that i could go to my concert happy (i hold stuff in for a long time). *grin*
i was a bad girl yesterday. i was craving chocolate like crazy (PMS), and ended up eating 1/2 container of phish food ice cream. it tasted great, but god, it made me sick as hell. that'll learn me.
last night was a blast, went to see the clarks in the city. i've been waiting to see them for 7 years -- used to follow them when i lived in PA (where they're from), but when i moved here 7 years ago, it was hard to see them. each of the few times they've travelled to boston, something happened to keep me from the show. (4 years ago, they were supposed to play on nantucket... i rented a hotel room on the island, booked the ferry, the whole bit... and there was a hurricane that weekend!) so finally i got to see my boys again. brought one of my girlfriends with me, she's the perfect person to see a band with... one of those friends who you might not see for 6 months, and then you can just call and say "hey let's do karaoke tonight", and she's like, "sure, see you at 8."
going to the show made me realize 2 things though: 1. how much older i am than most concertgoers now, and 2. how glad i am that i'm not 21 anymore. there was this group of really obnoxious 21 year old girls, who sort of took over the corner my friend and i had been in (the rest of the balcony was open, but they had to be right on top of us)... they were drunk off their asses, screaming and giggling like idiots, and grinding against each other to get guys' attention. guys were all over them, it was really gross. one particular girl, the worst of the lot, was too drunk to understand the concept of personal space... first she sat down on my leather jacket... i could understand if the place was packed, but again we were up in a pretty empty balcony, it was on a bench by itself, and nothing else was on the bench. so i walked over and gently pulled the jacket out from under her to move it, and she rolled her drunken eyes at me like how DARE i move my JACKET from under her ASS. then at another point, she sat down after coming from the bar, and literally sat on me to scootch me out of the way (with the rest of the bench empty). later i went to sit down (the bench was right behind me), and 2 of her friends had passed out full-length on it. classy.
the b.f. apologized for the whole TV fiasco the other night. i know he didn't do anything to be mean, it was just stupid (and his friend seriously drove me nuts). he actually called me at work yesterday to talk it out, so that i could go to my concert happy (i hold stuff in for a long time). *grin*
i was a bad girl yesterday. i was craving chocolate like crazy (PMS), and ended up eating 1/2 container of phish food ice cream. it tasted great, but god, it made me sick as hell. that'll learn me.
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Date: 2004-01-23 05:39 am (UTC)i ate icecream last night too. but only a little saucer full. it was leftover 'holiday fruit' flava i bought for the kids. tasted like frozen eggnog with giant chunks of candied fruit. it was pretty nasty.