What happened? It was nice out a couple of hours ago. I was considering the fireworks. I want to do something tonight. It's Natal Day. Happy Birthday, Halifax. I don't think I want to go back to the Seahorse, but the guy kinda does, so we might. There's also JSB at Stage Nine. That could be fun. I don't know. I don't have much money, but I've been rotting in this apartment all day.
"What do you call an empty bottle of Cheese Whiz?
...
Cheese WAS."
This song goes out to Drock.
"Don't they all?"
Well, that song was 14 seconds or less.
I was hoping that on a hot July night, with that lineup, the Seahorse would smell like drunk punks. Why was there so much perfume? What's wrong with some people?
I was sad to see the table of sailors leave just as I was getting there. I love when sailors come up from the ships and drink at the Seahorse. They all buy phone cards from me and look at porn.
It was so good to see System Shit. I was wearing my shirt. When they ended their set with the cider songs, I was in heaven. I remembered the days when the open mics were more fun. KC and I played those cider songs along with D and Mike Adams. We did it for the beer ticket(s).
I felt ill last night. I'm not a big fan of summer. I like summer nights, but the days...I'm a fall girl. I was reminded of the Mahone Bay show 2 years ago. The Briefs, Made in the World, and the Mos Huntslers went down to play in an old school with a couple of local bands. It was my birthday that day, and we drank a lot. That was the hottest show I've ever been to. It was a sauna in there. It was upstairs (you know, heat rises), and they had to shut the windows. I guess if they opened the windows, the neighbours would call in noise complaints and have the show shut down. I pushed past people (trying to talk to me) to get outside rather than fainting. Last night was close to that.
Nothing happened.
I've had the pleasure of seeing a lot of puke lately, and narrowly avoiding stepping in it. Stage Nine last week, women's washroom. Seahorse last night, outside. I was told it was Mark Clarke's friend that ran outside power-puking. I do remember talking to him before the show about feeling queasy.
We were walking towards home with our neighbour, Matt. We were going to go to Eb's, and send Matt the rest of the way alone. At the last minute, we decided just to go home. We had a difficult time getting a cab home, which is to be expected at that hour. KC, Matt, and I stood on Brunswick Street for awhile flagging every one that drove by. But, they either had someone already or were on their way to get someone. I suggested heading up to the Marquee and getting one there. A couple of CD Plus boys met up with us and walked up the hill with us. After hearing our cab conversation, I hear one of them on the phone. "Hi, can I have a cab at the Police Station for Darcy?" Thanks Jon. That cabbie was sketch.
I should be putting away laundry, but I think I'll sit here and scan photos.
What am I going to do about an amp for the tour?
"What do you call an empty bottle of Cheese Whiz?
...
Cheese WAS."
This song goes out to Drock.
"Don't they all?"
Well, that song was 14 seconds or less.
I was hoping that on a hot July night, with that lineup, the Seahorse would smell like drunk punks. Why was there so much perfume? What's wrong with some people?
I was sad to see the table of sailors leave just as I was getting there. I love when sailors come up from the ships and drink at the Seahorse. They all buy phone cards from me and look at porn.
It was so good to see System Shit. I was wearing my shirt. When they ended their set with the cider songs, I was in heaven. I remembered the days when the open mics were more fun. KC and I played those cider songs along with D and Mike Adams. We did it for the beer ticket(s).
I felt ill last night. I'm not a big fan of summer. I like summer nights, but the days...I'm a fall girl. I was reminded of the Mahone Bay show 2 years ago. The Briefs, Made in the World, and the Mos Huntslers went down to play in an old school with a couple of local bands. It was my birthday that day, and we drank a lot. That was the hottest show I've ever been to. It was a sauna in there. It was upstairs (you know, heat rises), and they had to shut the windows. I guess if they opened the windows, the neighbours would call in noise complaints and have the show shut down. I pushed past people (trying to talk to me) to get outside rather than fainting. Last night was close to that.
Nothing happened.
I've had the pleasure of seeing a lot of puke lately, and narrowly avoiding stepping in it. Stage Nine last week, women's washroom. Seahorse last night, outside. I was told it was Mark Clarke's friend that ran outside power-puking. I do remember talking to him before the show about feeling queasy.
We were walking towards home with our neighbour, Matt. We were going to go to Eb's, and send Matt the rest of the way alone. At the last minute, we decided just to go home. We had a difficult time getting a cab home, which is to be expected at that hour. KC, Matt, and I stood on Brunswick Street for awhile flagging every one that drove by. But, they either had someone already or were on their way to get someone. I suggested heading up to the Marquee and getting one there. A couple of CD Plus boys met up with us and walked up the hill with us. After hearing our cab conversation, I hear one of them on the phone. "Hi, can I have a cab at the Police Station for Darcy?" Thanks Jon. That cabbie was sketch.
I should be putting away laundry, but I think I'll sit here and scan photos.
What am I going to do about an amp for the tour?
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