It's fucking beautiful out there. Maybe there is something to that Groundhog Day bullshit. After all, our Shubenacadie Sam was the only one of those significant rodents that did not see his shadow, predicting an early spring for us Easterners. I'm sure it's all bullshit, but I like to hope. I don't like winter.
Groundhog Day a couple years ago (02/02/02) was quite a turning point in my life. Up until that time, I was a quiet girl. I kept to myself and most people didn't know me. Maybe they recognized me as KC's girlfriend, but that's about it. In fact, I'm no longer in touch with anyone, besides family, that I knew before I met KC, so every single person I know, met me as "KC's girlfriend." I went to all his shows, and shows he wanted to go to. I always got too drunk. I'll never forget the time I was coming up from backstage at the Marquee and a tripped up the stairs. I flew into the ground, landing right in front of the back doors, with bouncers an bar-goers all looking at me. Or the time I went off about the girlfriend of a member of a local band that was playing with the Snaps (at the show). I didn't know she was his girlfriend at the time. I was a girl who had always wanted to be in a band, but stopped playing any instruments in grade 12 or so. I could never get in front of a crowd and give a speech or perform in any way.
But this Groundhog Day was that night that the, um, girls, and the McFaddens each played their first show. Mokka. I've mentioned it before. It was so out of character for me to be wearing a see-through lace top. With that, and the way my hair and make-up were down, Ali didn't recognize me. "Who is this sexy lady?" Honestly, she did NOT recognize me when she first got to the bar.
And then there was the meeting so many people and having to be a normal sociable figure. "Oh, nice to meet you," when all I'm really thinking about is getting this over with so I don't have to be so moderate with my drinking.
Once I hit the stage, though, it felt natural. I wasn't even the slightest bit nervous. I stood there, smoking a cigarette, wearing less than I ever had in public before, for a good 5 or 10 minutes, before any of the other girls took the stage. It felt amazing to have all those people looking at me. I didn't even care that I was in underwear. They covered more than some bathing suits, and I knew they looked good on me.
That was probably the most significant change that came over me that night. I knew it looked good. I've never experienced that before. Only retards and nerds ever thought I was good looking. I wasn't an ugly duckling anymore, but a lewd and crass, yet stunning rock swan.
It went to my head for awhile. Now my head's truly twisted.
Groundhog Day a couple years ago (02/02/02) was quite a turning point in my life. Up until that time, I was a quiet girl. I kept to myself and most people didn't know me. Maybe they recognized me as KC's girlfriend, but that's about it. In fact, I'm no longer in touch with anyone, besides family, that I knew before I met KC, so every single person I know, met me as "KC's girlfriend." I went to all his shows, and shows he wanted to go to. I always got too drunk. I'll never forget the time I was coming up from backstage at the Marquee and a tripped up the stairs. I flew into the ground, landing right in front of the back doors, with bouncers an bar-goers all looking at me. Or the time I went off about the girlfriend of a member of a local band that was playing with the Snaps (at the show). I didn't know she was his girlfriend at the time. I was a girl who had always wanted to be in a band, but stopped playing any instruments in grade 12 or so. I could never get in front of a crowd and give a speech or perform in any way.
But this Groundhog Day was that night that the, um, girls, and the McFaddens each played their first show. Mokka. I've mentioned it before. It was so out of character for me to be wearing a see-through lace top. With that, and the way my hair and make-up were down, Ali didn't recognize me. "Who is this sexy lady?" Honestly, she did NOT recognize me when she first got to the bar.
And then there was the meeting so many people and having to be a normal sociable figure. "Oh, nice to meet you," when all I'm really thinking about is getting this over with so I don't have to be so moderate with my drinking.
Once I hit the stage, though, it felt natural. I wasn't even the slightest bit nervous. I stood there, smoking a cigarette, wearing less than I ever had in public before, for a good 5 or 10 minutes, before any of the other girls took the stage. It felt amazing to have all those people looking at me. I didn't even care that I was in underwear. They covered more than some bathing suits, and I knew they looked good on me.
That was probably the most significant change that came over me that night. I knew it looked good. I've never experienced that before. Only retards and nerds ever thought I was good looking. I wasn't an ugly duckling anymore, but a lewd and crass, yet stunning rock swan.
It went to my head for awhile. Now my head's truly twisted.
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