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Boot to the head
May. 15th, 2005 11:11 amBPAL update: I gave Juliet to my friend, as it was very light, very sweet, and not really for me but very much for her. But you'll have to pry Tenochtitlan out of my cold, dead hands, because I adore it. It's an absolutely fabulous scent - so much so that I haven't yet wanted to test Florence and just keep wearing Tenochtitlan. Will wear Florence today, perhaps, as we go to get pictures taken.
Saw Carbon Leaf with Cherbear yesterday at the DC101 Chili cookoff. Not the ideal venue, as we actually wanted to *listen* to them, not have to deal with overhead crowd surfers every four seconds. I got kneed in the back of head quite smartly by some half-grown boy with no shirt and a temporary tattoo, and after that saw a bit of red. It made it easier to push back when the mosh pit formed and I started to worry a bit about Cherbear, who is not all that tall. I got angry at all this stupidity when all I wanted to do was listen to one of my favorite bands, goddamnit, so when shoved I shoved back - hard. Didn't help much, but I got sort of a weird, panting, angry exhilarated cleansing out of the whole experience.
I wanted to buy one of the CL shirts at the merch booth, but didn't really need it, and so it was a good thing that I was short by five bucks. We hung out and chatted with the singer, who admired my Partridge Family "C'mon Get Horny" short (the guitarist also approved of it) and then decided to head off home, sweaty and sunbaked.
Today, we take pictures, so it means I have to get my hair to behave. I woke up with it all fluffed upwards like I had been in a violent windstorm.
Saw Carbon Leaf with Cherbear yesterday at the DC101 Chili cookoff. Not the ideal venue, as we actually wanted to *listen* to them, not have to deal with overhead crowd surfers every four seconds. I got kneed in the back of head quite smartly by some half-grown boy with no shirt and a temporary tattoo, and after that saw a bit of red. It made it easier to push back when the mosh pit formed and I started to worry a bit about Cherbear, who is not all that tall. I got angry at all this stupidity when all I wanted to do was listen to one of my favorite bands, goddamnit, so when shoved I shoved back - hard. Didn't help much, but I got sort of a weird, panting, angry exhilarated cleansing out of the whole experience.
I wanted to buy one of the CL shirts at the merch booth, but didn't really need it, and so it was a good thing that I was short by five bucks. We hung out and chatted with the singer, who admired my Partridge Family "C'mon Get Horny" short (the guitarist also approved of it) and then decided to head off home, sweaty and sunbaked.
Today, we take pictures, so it means I have to get my hair to behave. I woke up with it all fluffed upwards like I had been in a violent windstorm.