posted on May 15, 2002 @ 5:28 am
bryan playing his guitar
whoa! whoa! whooooaa! i went and saw reuben's accomplice, the weakerthans, and the promise ring tonight; this was such a perfect last night in austin. but to build suspense, i'll lead up to that moment.
mkay, so i did jonathan's box rather quickly and without effort; cutting out so many large pictures really came in handy. i even had plenty left over, so i decorated the bottom. i'm going to have to finish covering it with tape in a few hours, so i can finish his other neatness in the truck on the way home. that's going to suck; i have no one with whom to consult. i'm sure as hell not going to talk to mom and nana about it; that'd be way awkward. i can't imagine if i ever get engaged having to tell them that. they're the people i've been the biggest bad ass to, and that's going to be completely embarrassing x a million. that sounds so lame, but what can i say? i'm lame. jenn gave me one really really cute idea at the metro; i'm glad she was there. unfortunately, i didn't want to get it dirty, so i cut out magazines. i should have talked to her more about it. i really wish i could have gone with my original idea; this one's just so lame.
mom and nana got here at 2:30 p.m. i had to put on a long-sleeved shirt and sweat my ass off so they didn't see my arm. after an hour of loading stuff up, there was still a crapload, so we said we'd come back after supper. i took a shower immediately upon arriving at their hotel room, and then we started comparing our feet. lol. anyway, we didn't get to the restaurant til 6:00 p.m. our waitress sat down at the table and helped us talk through whether or not i should have a curfew (she was 20, had tattooes, and a tongue ring, so i trusted her input). as a result, i do believe that i won't have one (thank god). mom said she hadn't really thought about it, but that she hadn't really cared, either. hopefully i can get a job quickly after arriving home so i'll be able to have the house to myself for eight days. that'd be so rad. wake up, go to work, come home to my own house, play with the puppy (she's indoor, yay!), feed ava, and then do whatever the hell i want! woot! hehe. that'd be so rad.
the five and a half hours i spent with mom and nana were very stressful because of the way nana acts, like repeating stuff and asking questions over and again. but that's just nana. i love her to death regardless, obviously. plus i was just hot and hungry and tired. it really must have been fate for me to cut myself because the weather is amazingly cool. like, cold. i'm wearing a long-sleeved t-shirt and my "i <3 das tpr" shirt (with disclaimer: "yes, this statement is grammatically incorrect. the promise ring know a little german. his name is akki mueller.") over it with flannel banana pj bottoms. fabulous weather. :blows a kiss at mother earth:
ok, enough crap. reuben's accomplice was really good. bryan gave me their set list, which i got signed by three of the guys afterward. one of them, the drummer whom i liked the most (=was the cutest in that geeky way) wrote, "word," then his name. ahh that tripped me out; i always say "word."
the weakerthans were aaaawesome. they opened with "pamphleteer," and i thought i was going to melt. =)*** during "watermark" i felt like going crazy. obviously i didn't because that's just not me, but i was bouncing like a maniac. i got the singer and guitarist/slide guitarist/tamborine man/weird harmonica thing player to sign my ticket afterward. the latter signed, "merci beaucoup," then his name. i wore my canada shirt from whistler with the snowboarder on it, and pointed it out. "canadian pride!" i said.
":laughs: canada represent!"
the promise ring was so rad. the bassist is fucking hot, like model hot, but in a skinny emo way. :swoons: the guitarist, jason, is so wonderfully adorable. the drummer is crazy silly and a blast to watch, as is the singer. during the set, the drummer kept saying things were, "hhhhot!", including the weakerthans, jason, and being 13. ;P while they were playing, i felt someone bump into me, i turn to shoot a dirty look, and realize it's the fucking weakerthans' singer. he was out in the audience taking pictures. after the show i asked the singer to sign my ticket. while bryan was scrounging for a sharpee, i told him, "you put on a great show."
":in an cute cute little lisp: heh, thanks, except for when i smash my face into the microphone. :rubs his lips:"
":laughs: yeah, you seem to do that quite a bit."
":smiling: oh, all the time."
then i got ryan, the hot bassist to sign my ticket as well. as he handed it to me, he said thanks and blah crap like that, then flashed a gorgeous smile. i just smiled back like a retard and quickly left.
we went to taco c., where bryan acted like (and probably convinced the entire restaurant) that he was high. we took stef home at 3:00 a.m., and now we're sitting here, doing a whole lot of nothing. i'm going to lie down, even though he'll yell at me. i need that hour of sleep; i'm about to have to do hardcore cleaning in my dorm.
"how i don't know what to do with my hands when i talk to you, and how you don't know where you should look, so you look at my hands. our movements rise and then disolve, melted by our shallow breath."
<3, one enchanted little pyx.
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