Saw Dead Kennedys last night! Was quite an adventure. Boarded the train with a deathly hangover, dreading the 2 hour train ride. Managed... just to stop myself being sick, by opening the window and allowing myself to be blasted by the wind. Nearlly froze my spikes off!
When I got into London, I made my way to the Astoria. some strange, hip, black dude tried chatting me up, and followed me all the way to the venue. He kept touching my arm, and telling me he was coming to the gig with him. I told him I had a boyfriend, but then his only concern was if he was violent or not.
So I just ran into the venue, dosging through the crowd to get away from the weird stalker. I hate going to gigs alone. Who wants to join me next time?
So in the venue, the first band were this sleazy screamo punk thing, they were ok, but just not sleazy enough for me. Has to be the whole, ass grinding hog for me to be entertained.
4ft were next, always a good band. Many thanks to them for letting me on their guest list (I'm a cheap skate me.) My boyfriend is their roadie/ tour manager, so he set up the stage. We're having a really rough time right now. He's in the dog house big-time. I'm still really really upset and angry at him
Why do I pick men that always hurt me? Waaaa! I want a hug!
Ooh, I made a new friend. We bonded over some idiot in the pit who kept bashing into people at the edges just to piss them off. We floored him together. Mwah ha ha. Almost felt inclinded to go on to a club with this mysterious new friend, refrained though. I'm a faithful gal, no matter how bad my relationships get
Dead Kennedys rocked. I was front row, and consequently have some nasty crush wounds. Badly bruised knees, hips and my elbows are completely skinned. Owies!!
How have all your weekends been?
When I got into London, I made my way to the Astoria. some strange, hip, black dude tried chatting me up, and followed me all the way to the venue. He kept touching my arm, and telling me he was coming to the gig with him. I told him I had a boyfriend, but then his only concern was if he was violent or not.
So I just ran into the venue, dosging through the crowd to get away from the weird stalker. I hate going to gigs alone. Who wants to join me next time?
So in the venue, the first band were this sleazy screamo punk thing, they were ok, but just not sleazy enough for me. Has to be the whole, ass grinding hog for me to be entertained.
4ft were next, always a good band. Many thanks to them for letting me on their guest list (I'm a cheap skate me.) My boyfriend is their roadie/ tour manager, so he set up the stage. We're having a really rough time right now. He's in the dog house big-time. I'm still really really upset and angry at him
Why do I pick men that always hurt me? Waaaa! I want a hug!
Ooh, I made a new friend. We bonded over some idiot in the pit who kept bashing into people at the edges just to piss them off. We floored him together. Mwah ha ha. Almost felt inclinded to go on to a club with this mysterious new friend, refrained though. I'm a faithful gal, no matter how bad my relationships get
Dead Kennedys rocked. I was front row, and consequently have some nasty crush wounds. Badly bruised knees, hips and my elbows are completely skinned. Owies!!
How have all your weekends been?
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I've been to gigs on my own before cuz people pulled out at the last min, not fun
And men SUCK! Don't let the bastards get you down
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