For the better part of this week I've been wearing a brace on my leg due to a highly embarrassing fall at work. Last night I went to see Critical Bill and there was NO WAY I was going as a gimp. After loading up on painkillers I decided to go leg-support free. I've always favored fashion over function, why change now? And what about Mike? How could I possibly seduce the sexy and talented Mike Scott as a drunk hobbling cripple? So for appearance sake, I would suffer.
Being deafened by Critical Bill, as always, was one hell of a good time. Drinking & Dancing & Jumping, oh-my! After all the songs were sung and all my jumping was done, I began to drag my body in the direction of the bar... But wait... Is that who I think it is? It is!!! The fella's from Funkilinium! Chef! G.T.! Barron! Somebody catch me I'm about to swoon! If you have never had the pleasure of dancing the night away to the sounds of Funkilinium, then boy do I feel sorry for you. Great music! Great energy! Great talent! Great people! Great friends to have made along the way! When they would come to town it was a "drop everything and get your ass to The Loading Dock" event. I haven't seen these cats in quite awhile so please excuse me for carrying on. The reunion was a spectacular surprise. We did a bit of catching up and then a bit of partying. I got to mingle with old friends and make new ones. I succeeded in my seduction endeavors. I had such a great time throughout my entire evening. Hooray for being me!
When I woke up all I could do was cry. No, it wasn't that great of a time and I'm not that over emotional. I completely forgot to keep myself medicated. The throbbing pain in my leg and my hip was brutal. That's what I get for pushing myself I guess. So, was last night's pleasure worth today's pain? Yes the fuck yes!
Being deafened by Critical Bill, as always, was one hell of a good time. Drinking & Dancing & Jumping, oh-my! After all the songs were sung and all my jumping was done, I began to drag my body in the direction of the bar... But wait... Is that who I think it is? It is!!! The fella's from Funkilinium! Chef! G.T.! Barron! Somebody catch me I'm about to swoon! If you have never had the pleasure of dancing the night away to the sounds of Funkilinium, then boy do I feel sorry for you. Great music! Great energy! Great talent! Great people! Great friends to have made along the way! When they would come to town it was a "drop everything and get your ass to The Loading Dock" event. I haven't seen these cats in quite awhile so please excuse me for carrying on. The reunion was a spectacular surprise. We did a bit of catching up and then a bit of partying. I got to mingle with old friends and make new ones. I succeeded in my seduction endeavors. I had such a great time throughout my entire evening. Hooray for being me!
When I woke up all I could do was cry. No, it wasn't that great of a time and I'm not that over emotional. I completely forgot to keep myself medicated. The throbbing pain in my leg and my hip was brutal. That's what I get for pushing myself I guess. So, was last night's pleasure worth today's pain? Yes the fuck yes!