Month: September 2004

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!

Tonight is the first night of my concert series. *fingers crossed the MP is there* Should be kick-ass given that all my net-friends, I haven’t seen in a year will be there.

The weather here sucks, but not detrimental enough to actually get out of the house. Scheduled point to leave is 12.30. Gotta stop by the bank, Joe Muggs, Post Office, friend’s apt mgmt office, then off to concert. Oh yeah, must get dressed. If time, need to go snag tights for x-mas card shoot tomorrow. Should be fun!

Scorpio for this week:

You’re at the climax of your yearly cycle, Scorpio. That means you have the power to harvest the best possible outcomes of all the themes you’ve been developing since your last birthday. Here are two pieces of advice to help you make the most of this magic moment. 1. Use the system but don’t let it use you. Refuse to believe that any bureaucracy or organization is stronger than you. 2. Frequently ask yourself the following question: “What is the most fun, productive, and liberating action I can take right now?”

FreeWill Astrology

*ponders* Interesting. Last time I took the most fun, productive, and liberating action, I got into a whole shitload of trouble. Guess I need to find a different fun, productive and liberating action.

Ok, this month is turning into an awesome month for me – despite some of the vitrol that existed in the beginning. I walk into work today, happy, for once. During the course of the day, not much happen, was sitting around being bored. I looked up, thought I saw a familiar profile, and lo and behold – it’s the MP. Standing there smiling, holding his arms out for a hug! So, run around my counters and get swept up by yet another gorgeous Marine. If this keeps up, I think I’m going to go into over-kill and pass out from joy. I don’t believe there’s such a thing as too much Marine, but hell, I don’t think I can take the continued high I get. *eg*

In other news, my Asatruar and other Norsefolk should find this tidbit a wee bit interesting.

My fav political paraphrase of the day (I don’t recall the entire paragraph, and they’re only quoting on tv right now):

~OB/GYNs fear loving their patients now~

Bush, in his speech about the rising costs of medical visits due to lawsuits. I really think he meant that these Dr.s fear a gentle touch of respect being mistaken for an advance. But still, when Ahnold starts correcting your grammar and semantics, there’s a definite problem. *gigglefit* Texas Monthly should be having a hayday with this year.

Obviously, I’m still awake. I think my sleep schedule this week has set me off-kilter a bit, but that’s alright. Every time I close my eyes I have a choice of two scenes, one, I wish would stay in my head more often, and the other I need to somehow shrug off because it does nothing but cause tension. Maybe I’ll hit the kickboxing class this week instead of yoga, seems the anger energy is still radiating off of me, especially around my shoulders (which totally ruins the lovely massage I got earlier).

I’ve kind of lost track of time, I know which day it is, but somehow my timeline for the week is completely skewed. I can’t remember what happened on which day, can’t think clearly and definitely can’t open my mouth and communicate very well. I’ve got a lapse in my vocabulary and can’t articulate for shit. I spend minutes trying to think of the word that’s on the tip of my tongue, only to watch it sit there before coming to conscious memory. With that, I’d like to mention the good things that happened this week….

I’m thankful for my friends, and a few new ones, for standing with me, without words, while I started thunderstorms at 4AM.

I’m thankful for a friend who stayed with me and talked till 6AM.

I’m thankful for a wonderful partner who accepts me for me, and is willing to allow me my few real delights.

I’m thankful for a couple of strangers who let me into their room, as they attempted a philosophical approach to gender roles through-out history.

I’m thankful for a new friend, if that would be the word to use, who allowed me my few childish moments, and just tormented me back.

I’m thankful for two great friends, who allowed me to invade their space and showed me a great time – even though I now miss the Marine more than I did. (but hey, I got to torment a really cute one while I was there).