I feel I need to steal the phrase "I saw Jordan Catalano's band!" and that it was a night filled with "EMOSEWA!" entirely from
jlh. All bands were good, all drinks were better and aside from getting snubbed by a shlub the crowd was brilliant!
It was
also completely fucking harrowing and redefining my swaying standard between bad-ass and in-fucking-sane. After a little curbside ballet, Pepsi and I took a spill.
( WARNING: squeamish people avert your eyes. )Another Club Note: it's been years but it's still weird to think of the limelight as anything other than the limelight. Avalon's a neat name and all, but it's still the limelight. I mean come on it's the church... what if they reopened the bank proper, it'd still be the bank, you know...although to be fair, that's because it was once an actual Bank. NY is weird.
tier_luren is here. We've got the whole visiting dying relatives planned, for which I have painkillers [god-bless] and the ulterior motive of stealing the hospitals supply of face masks. Sometime soon, I've got to return to the optometrist so I can stop being goddamn blind. Then back to the dentist to have the other tooth, you know the botched root canal, looked at again, because I'm not nearly having enough turmoil or melodrama in my life lately. God knows.
I'm thinking of taking up juggling knives, just to spite my rising bad karma.
Edits: Crap. Never mind. The other brother is due presently. *kills self*