"suddenly I see...why the hell this means so much to me..."
Oh my God! I feel utterly dreadful. I'm so hungover. Like death warmed up but only to a slight tepid temperature. Clammy Death. Thats how I feel. Clammy fucking death.
Last night was wicked. I met Fighting With Wire who are a new band I'm working with and they were lovely and played excellently and then Reuben played and I was almost in tears. Amazing.
To put it into context, Reuben are a small band who've been around for a while, built up a very strong fanbase thats steadily growing and whilst the fans love them and some press love them too - its hard getting them into the papers as they're seen as just this small band playing rock music. Except last night saw them headline and sell out a venue way bigger then they've played before, have intro music, a lighting guy, and crew!!! They seemed so big, so important and so unReuben like in that it felt like the next stop is gonna be the Astoria or something. Just incredible. Made me realise that all our hard work does pay off in the end.
After that we drank more and then went home. I had a fantastic night right from 7pm in the pub to 2am when I finally went to bed.
I've had not very much sleep and am consequently a complete and utter spacca at work today. Its taking me three times as long to do things and I can't really string an articulate sentence together.
Me and Evan move in together tomorrow. We pick up the keys tomorrow morning then pile all our stuff into Evan's friend's (Pornboy) car and heave it up four floors to our love den, aka chez Danevan. YAAAAY!!
I won't lie and say its been a smooth operation this week getting all our stuff together. In truth its been a fucking nightmare and both our stress levels have peaked continuously since Tuesday. However, its done and we're in and its really exciting.
I'm sure we'll have a gathering of around 10 people (thats the absolute most it can hold I reckon) in the near future.
I don't think I've ever been happier....
I actually could vomit.......yup yup I could definitely vomit. The smell of Mr. Christian's famous ratatouille is starting to churn my delicate constitution.
Last night was wicked. I met Fighting With Wire who are a new band I'm working with and they were lovely and played excellently and then Reuben played and I was almost in tears. Amazing.
To put it into context, Reuben are a small band who've been around for a while, built up a very strong fanbase thats steadily growing and whilst the fans love them and some press love them too - its hard getting them into the papers as they're seen as just this small band playing rock music. Except last night saw them headline and sell out a venue way bigger then they've played before, have intro music, a lighting guy, and crew!!! They seemed so big, so important and so unReuben like in that it felt like the next stop is gonna be the Astoria or something. Just incredible. Made me realise that all our hard work does pay off in the end.
After that we drank more and then went home. I had a fantastic night right from 7pm in the pub to 2am when I finally went to bed.
I've had not very much sleep and am consequently a complete and utter spacca at work today. Its taking me three times as long to do things and I can't really string an articulate sentence together.
Me and Evan move in together tomorrow. We pick up the keys tomorrow morning then pile all our stuff into Evan's friend's (Pornboy) car and heave it up four floors to our love den, aka chez Danevan. YAAAAY!!
I won't lie and say its been a smooth operation this week getting all our stuff together. In truth its been a fucking nightmare and both our stress levels have peaked continuously since Tuesday. However, its done and we're in and its really exciting.
I'm sure we'll have a gathering of around 10 people (thats the absolute most it can hold I reckon) in the near future.
I don't think I've ever been happier....
I actually could vomit.......yup yup I could definitely vomit. The smell of Mr. Christian's famous ratatouille is starting to churn my delicate constitution.
posted by Fang at 6:36 AM
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Larry Gilbert, you are a shitcunt. I hope you catch bird flu and die you scum sucking fuckpig. You deserve to be bum raped by rabid dogs.
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