so, whenever i'm getting ready for a gig i get a serious case of the butterflies...this means i'm so nervous i can't eat dinner, so i show up with empty stomach and frazzled high energy nerves and what do i do?
why, start drinking gin, of course. tom collins are my choice of weapon, and by the time i took the stage last night i was feeling no pain and had no cares.
the rest of the night was one awesome blur, but this morning (afternoon?) i am paying for it.
and how.
and i really need to make it into manhattan to see this photography exhibit called "born into brothels" which is part of the "kids with cameras" project.
fuck.
why, start drinking gin, of course. tom collins are my choice of weapon, and by the time i took the stage last night i was feeling no pain and had no cares.
the rest of the night was one awesome blur, but this morning (afternoon?) i am paying for it.
and how.
and i really need to make it into manhattan to see this photography exhibit called "born into brothels" which is part of the "kids with cameras" project.
fuck.