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i feel like CRAP today... i think it's a combination of a hangover and the beginning of a cold/flu. oh, today is going to be joyous.
last night's benefit for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
naughtyboy was excellent. a lot of people turned out to support him and hear some kick-ass music. there was one band especcialy that got to me, i think they were called "mindfield"... very depeche mode. i put myself on their mailing list for gigs, i definitely want to see them again. there were paintings and photos on exhibit and for sale by different artists, and forrest had done a display of some of the photos from his surgery (they are on his LJ... they're graphic, but also really fascinating). he's looking wonderful now... the arm still has a long way to go, but his energy is up and he looked really upbeat last night. i seriously got misty seeing how far he's come in just a couple of months. i'm so proud of him.
last night was the first night in a long time that i'd gone to any bar or club... i've been such a hermit this year. as forrest put it, i got to "get my goth on". which basically meant wearing a lot of black, which is all i wear. except i got to break out the fishnets and my awesome boots, these monster knee-high leather things with straps all around. i love those boots. i was sure, though, that everyone was looking at me and thinking, "who's the old bag pretenting to be goth? poser." who cares, i had a blast. and drank too much... i only got a bit of a buzz, but that's not cool on a school-night. the b.f. came to bed last night and i was already half asleep... and it went:
b.f.: *sniff, sniff*
me: what?
b.f.: no, i just smell something.
me: is it my perfume?
b.f.: no. it's vodka.
ugh. how nasty to go to bed reeking of the bottle. LOL i guess 3 drinks will do that to ya.
oh, and can someone explain to me... i got a shirt last night (xmas present from leanne) at the show, it was one of the band's shirts i think... and it said on the front "blood is a lubricant". i thought it was a hoot, sort of a whole goth-type thing. then the b.f. looks at it and goes "eew." i'm like, "what?" he says, "it's talking about doing it during that time of month." i never even THOUGHT of that... there's no way i can wear it if that's what it means. i'm so dumb.
last night's benefit for
naughtyboy was excellent. a lot of people turned out to support him and hear some kick-ass music. there was one band especcialy that got to me, i think they were called "mindfield"... very depeche mode. i put myself on their mailing list for gigs, i definitely want to see them again. there were paintings and photos on exhibit and for sale by different artists, and forrest had done a display of some of the photos from his surgery (they are on his LJ... they're graphic, but also really fascinating). he's looking wonderful now... the arm still has a long way to go, but his energy is up and he looked really upbeat last night. i seriously got misty seeing how far he's come in just a couple of months. i'm so proud of him.last night was the first night in a long time that i'd gone to any bar or club... i've been such a hermit this year. as forrest put it, i got to "get my goth on". which basically meant wearing a lot of black, which is all i wear. except i got to break out the fishnets and my awesome boots, these monster knee-high leather things with straps all around. i love those boots. i was sure, though, that everyone was looking at me and thinking, "who's the old bag pretenting to be goth? poser." who cares, i had a blast. and drank too much... i only got a bit of a buzz, but that's not cool on a school-night. the b.f. came to bed last night and i was already half asleep... and it went:
b.f.: *sniff, sniff*
me: what?
b.f.: no, i just smell something.
me: is it my perfume?
b.f.: no. it's vodka.
ugh. how nasty to go to bed reeking of the bottle. LOL i guess 3 drinks will do that to ya.
oh, and can someone explain to me... i got a shirt last night (xmas present from leanne) at the show, it was one of the band's shirts i think... and it said on the front "blood is a lubricant". i thought it was a hoot, sort of a whole goth-type thing. then the b.f. looks at it and goes "eew." i'm like, "what?" he says, "it's talking about doing it during that time of month." i never even THOUGHT of that... there's no way i can wear it if that's what it means. i'm so dumb.
