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3/9/08 12:49 am - being grown up isn't half as fun as growing up.
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today has made me so happy.
got up at like 9, as opposed to the usual 3pm, & ate cold pizza<3 oh baby.
thennnnn, it emerged that i was not allowed to go to see casiotone for the painfully alone in black box </3 it was so sad. i had a good wee rage. "uh, claire? just don't break anything, okay?"
so then we were like, fuck it, &decided to go anyway (:
we had to lie to EVERYONE too, aha, noone believed us like.
so when we got into belfast, we remembered none of us had a fucking clue where black box was.
walked around for the guts of an hour asking various people, it was actually pretty fun to be honest, haha. the kinda thing you'll look back on & laugh; 'specially since we ended up being what we THOUGHT was an hour late (it turned out we had the times wrong too. ahah.)
when we got there, the Big Mean English Doorman was liek YOU HAS NO ID, I R NOT LETTING U IN LOL, so we informed him that it said nothing about requiring ids on the website, &we began plotting our lawsuit of False Advertizing, so he said we could go in (:
Owen CFPTA & his friend Jenny, who was touring with him, were sitting at the wee merchandise table, &i was like EEEEEEEE [: &i bought a bag&a badge. we got some pretty nice pix with them too [i'll probably edit tomorrow&put them up on this], including one where Tina did bunnyears over Owen. hahaha. funny times.
when the support band, Desert Hearts, finally came on, they were incredible!
i quote sarah: "He looks like Jesus!"
so yeah, generally incredible, rly passionate&all, loved them.
&then finally, casiotone (: o! so good. i actually cried.
&then in tina's drunken state she had me up dancing with her. it was hilarious.
&then we had to leave ):
&the Big Mean English Doorman out front said bye to us, &i told him i loved him, &then this rly cute boy was like, "hey, i rly liked yr dancing!" my night was made.
car on the way home was great, haha. me&sarah's mum in the front; sarah, tina, amy&sarah in the back.
all i could think about was how when i'm 30 years old i can't do shit like this anymore; sneak out places, dance like an idiot to a great band, get pizza on the way home, watch Chicago & bebo eachother!
even if we come home empty-handed we'll still have our stories of battlescars, pirate ships & wounded hearts, broken bones, &all the best of friendships.
ultimately just a great night.
it's odd that at a point we were freezing cold & lost, srsly considering going home, &then like an hour later we were dancing & screaming PLAY YOUNG SHIELDS! at owen ashworth.
watching Chicago now & discussing whether we would be fat if we were black with Sarah.
i'm so happy (:
highlights:-
-every boy there was angsty&donning a big beard.
-jenny herbinson being possibly the prettiest wee thing on this earth.
-lead singer of desert hearts shaking the sweat from his beard.
-tina throwing up outside domino's.
-the man wearing Jean Paul Gaultier aftershave who walked us to the right area (: he was so sweet
-the boy working in the café who looked like ryan gosling in half-nelson. <3 oh bbz.
-how i spent all my fucking money; but yet i'm not even remotely mad (:
lame:-
-the only men to hit on me were at least twice my age.
-we had to leave after like 6 casiotone songs. ):
-being lost
-how fucking cold it was.
-feeling like a baby amongst all the middle-aged indies.
-it started so late.
-3 words: false, advertizing, bbz.
today has made me so happy.
got up at like 9, as opposed to the usual 3pm, & ate cold pizza<3 oh baby.
thennnnn, it emerged that i was not allowed to go to see casiotone for the painfully alone in black box </3 it was so sad. i had a good wee rage. "uh, claire? just don't break anything, okay?"
so then we were like, fuck it, &decided to go anyway (:
we had to lie to EVERYONE too, aha, noone believed us like.
so when we got into belfast, we remembered none of us had a fucking clue where black box was.
walked around for the guts of an hour asking various people, it was actually pretty fun to be honest, haha. the kinda thing you'll look back on & laugh; 'specially since we ended up being what we THOUGHT was an hour late (it turned out we had the times wrong too. ahah.)
when we got there, the Big Mean English Doorman was liek YOU HAS NO ID, I R NOT LETTING U IN LOL, so we informed him that it said nothing about requiring ids on the website, &we began plotting our lawsuit of False Advertizing, so he said we could go in (:
Owen CFPTA & his friend Jenny, who was touring with him, were sitting at the wee merchandise table, &i was like EEEEEEEE [: &i bought a bag&a badge. we got some pretty nice pix with them too [i'll probably edit tomorrow&put them up on this], including one where Tina did bunnyears over Owen. hahaha. funny times.
when the support band, Desert Hearts, finally came on, they were incredible!
i quote sarah: "He looks like Jesus!"
so yeah, generally incredible, rly passionate&all, loved them.
&then finally, casiotone (: o! so good. i actually cried.
&then in tina's drunken state she had me up dancing with her. it was hilarious.
&then we had to leave ):
&the Big Mean English Doorman out front said bye to us, &i told him i loved him, &then this rly cute boy was like, "hey, i rly liked yr dancing!" my night was made.
car on the way home was great, haha. me&sarah's mum in the front; sarah, tina, amy&sarah in the back.
all i could think about was how when i'm 30 years old i can't do shit like this anymore; sneak out places, dance like an idiot to a great band, get pizza on the way home, watch Chicago & bebo eachother!
even if we come home empty-handed we'll still have our stories of battlescars, pirate ships & wounded hearts, broken bones, &all the best of friendships.
ultimately just a great night.
it's odd that at a point we were freezing cold & lost, srsly considering going home, &then like an hour later we were dancing & screaming PLAY YOUNG SHIELDS! at owen ashworth.
watching Chicago now & discussing whether we would be fat if we were black with Sarah.
i'm so happy (:
highlights:-
-every boy there was angsty&donning a big beard.
-jenny herbinson being possibly the prettiest wee thing on this earth.
-lead singer of desert hearts shaking the sweat from his beard.
-tina throwing up outside domino's.
-the man wearing Jean Paul Gaultier aftershave who walked us to the right area (: he was so sweet
-the boy working in the café who looked like ryan gosling in half-nelson. <3 oh bbz.
-how i spent all my fucking money; but yet i'm not even remotely mad (:
lame:-
-the only men to hit on me were at least twice my age.
-we had to leave after like 6 casiotone songs. ):
-being lost
-how fucking cold it was.
-feeling like a baby amongst all the middle-aged indies.
-it started so late.
-3 words: false, advertizing, bbz.
giddy