Freakchylde's

This weekend kicked fucking ass! ProgPower V was awesome. Got there, got my pass, got hit on by a cute guy who liked the corset. Hunted down the Zilla to say hi and hung with him most of the night. The pre-show was good, Magistral was awesome, quite glad I had a chance to see them. The other two bands I watched weren’t spectacular, the music was good, but the vocals left much to be desired. Disappeared around midnight to handover the left keys to my Scotsman.

Friday was much running around, photoshoot with the moonbird for christmas cards. Got to the show late and missed Into Eternity. First priority was food, as I hadn’t eaten all day, cute guy from the previous day showed up just in time to watch my food as I ran for the “I haven’t eaten all day and my stomach isn’t interested in water” run to the restroom. The new joke is “I show up and the mere talking to you makes you throw up.” Kinda funny. *grin* Spent most of my time up in the VIP lounge because there were less people and it was cooler up there. Watched Tad Morose, who I now like, thought it was great. Saw a bit of them from down front, cute guy said I’d probably like them, he was right. Met up with them later, the very drunk second guitarist was hilarious. Ended up getting a picture with him (on his camera), as well as meeting up with some of the folks from the PM boards (who are also nifty kind of people). Talked to a guy from Into Eternity, but didn’t know he was from that band till he informed me that he had to go sit at a signing. It was one of those, “You’re in a band?” moments. Got invited back to a couple of parties with Kamelot (I swear, the singer is a younger Rob Halford) and Into Eternity. After having some amusement at the musical (and I mean in the t.v. sense) feeling of Savatage, I decided it was time to head out so I can make my weekly appearance at work.

Saturday, yet again I was late, and apparently missed the one chance to try and break my neck with the yearly tradition of head-banging with Zilla. Ran in and out of the VIP lounge, again, ran into some local friends, snagged their CD, ran into the Mosquito, talked with him for a bit and told him to kick his friends for me. Was impressed with a few bands, though the cute guy and I decided that their treble was a bit high on the lead guitarist, and the distortion was a bit off. Spent some time backstage, watching the prep for Pain of Salvation. Then back to the lounge for their performance. So what happens? They open with a song from the CD the Pup gave me, the one that always pulled the strings. I wanted to find out who all was on that CD, because it’s a good CD, but I wasn’t prepared for that. So, sought out the cute guy for some good laughs to get my mind off that. And in the mean time, I finally figured out which band a very cute guy I kept running into, belonged to, but that was just to look at. Left with the cute guy and friends to go get Chinese, around 11ish. Much fun to be had there, then headed off to the Fairfield for the after-party and much drunkeness. Finally ran back into Zilla, and he was passing around his sour balls (insider) and watch Ralf do various attempts at the bitter beer face, after eating them. Talked with the lead singer from Tad Morose, very interesting guy and thankfully sober. Around 5, I finally decided to head home. That puts me on sleep dep with approx. 20 hours of waking time.

Overall, had a kickass time, and I’m considering dragging poisongirl for next year. *eg* Much fun to be had.

Oh yeah, I’m now known as one of the Sadistic pain-inflicting bitches. I like it!