Broken Social Scene and Feist were more amazing than words.
First, Cameron and I met Feist early in the day at her Borders pre-show. We got her autograph, posed for pictures, and generally salivated. The concert at the Metro took my breath away--I smoked cloves and freaked out to beautiful, happy, up-lifting music. I didn't even care about Cameron angst, didn't even mind the awkwardness and how much I just wanted to hold his hand and stretched out against his body during the entire show. I cried during three songs--one by Feist and two by BSS. Not because I was sad, but because they were singing to me. 3 1/2 hours of amazing music, semi-amazing company, and an amazing atmosphere.
Everything is wonderful, and I don't give a fuck about Cameron (yeah, right.)
I am really sore because I danced so hard, but oh wait I'm going on a DATE tonight (!!!) so perhaps I can finagle my way into a fabulous massage by the illustrious Kevin. We met last night, and he's a bit old for my taste (26, eeeeh) but he's cute and sweet and is buying me dinner, so I'm happy. I've promised myself not to go back to his apartment, not to get into his car, and not to let myself get talked into anything that I don't really want to do. Ah well. If anything, it's going to be a relaxing dinner at a semi-nice restaurant with a cute guy and then to bed early to sleep off this pain and get ready for the fight that I'm planning on provoking with Cam tomorrow.
In all, life is good, sweet, and simple.
First, Cameron and I met Feist early in the day at her Borders pre-show. We got her autograph, posed for pictures, and generally salivated. The concert at the Metro took my breath away--I smoked cloves and freaked out to beautiful, happy, up-lifting music. I didn't even care about Cameron angst, didn't even mind the awkwardness and how much I just wanted to hold his hand and stretched out against his body during the entire show. I cried during three songs--one by Feist and two by BSS. Not because I was sad, but because they were singing to me. 3 1/2 hours of amazing music, semi-amazing company, and an amazing atmosphere.
Everything is wonderful, and I don't give a fuck about Cameron (yeah, right.)
I am really sore because I danced so hard, but oh wait I'm going on a DATE tonight (!!!) so perhaps I can finagle my way into a fabulous massage by the illustrious Kevin. We met last night, and he's a bit old for my taste (26, eeeeh) but he's cute and sweet and is buying me dinner, so I'm happy. I've promised myself not to go back to his apartment, not to get into his car, and not to let myself get talked into anything that I don't really want to do. Ah well. If anything, it's going to be a relaxing dinner at a semi-nice restaurant with a cute guy and then to bed early to sleep off this pain and get ready for the fight that I'm planning on provoking with Cam tomorrow.
In all, life is good, sweet, and simple.