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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.
I tell people all the time, I fall down. It's not something I like but it is something I do and it's quite a thing. Never so much as when I kissed the curb and came back with no front teeth. Clio was good enough to rather delicately point this out, much to my boy's amusement.
[It is entirely the boy's fault by the way, because he jinxed the evening before we left the house, not once but twice. There were also some off-color American History X jokes to do with curbside violence on the subway ride there. I pretty sure by the end of the evening I was the least surprised by it all... My poor teeth though, this is actually very much my childhood reoccurring nightmare realized. I cabbed it home, gave direction, showered, changed, had a good ten minute cry and then cleaned the plaque of my teeth with an exacto-knife before reinserting it. I mean, I sort of had to because it's that sort of plaque that you seriously never would have reached otherwise. I know I scared the shit out of the boy, sitting there, face cut, gapped tooth and wielding sharp things like a medic, but it beats the alternative. Freaking the fuck out, which I had every right to do, but opted not to. I want god damn brownie points]
Very many hours of reconstructive surgery, with not nearly enough pain killer and certainly a less than accommodate recuperating environment [a month of soft foods and bed rest yet as it is, I'm home doing a months worth of laundry, mopping and changing cat litters >_<] I've got front teeth again a split-lip and a club story that out does most. Oh, also, they were shaved a littler shorter to accommodate cracking so it make my canine's more pronounced. Wicked.
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*
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.
I tell people all the time, I fall down. It's not something I like but it is something I do and it's quite a thing. Never so much as when I kissed the curb and came back with no front teeth. Clio was good enough to rather delicately point this out, much to my boy's amusement.
[It is entirely the boy's fault by the way, because he jinxed the evening before we left the house, not once but twice. There were also some off-color American History X jokes to do with curbside violence on the subway ride there. I pretty sure by the end of the evening I was the least surprised by it all... My poor teeth though, this is actually very much my childhood reoccurring nightmare realized. I cabbed it home, gave direction, showered, changed, had a good ten minute cry and then cleaned the plaque of my teeth with an exacto-knife before reinserting it. I mean, I sort of had to because it's that sort of plaque that you seriously never would have reached otherwise. I know I scared the shit out of the boy, sitting there, face cut, gapped tooth and wielding sharp things like a medic, but it beats the alternative. Freaking the fuck out, which I had every right to do, but opted not to. I want god damn brownie points]
Very many hours of reconstructive surgery, with not nearly enough pain killer and certainly a less than accommodate recuperating environment [a month of soft foods and bed rest yet as it is, I'm home doing a months worth of laundry, mopping and changing cat litters >_<] I've got front teeth again a split-lip and a club story that out does most. Oh, also, they were shaved a littler shorter to accommodate cracking so it make my canine's more pronounced. Wicked.
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*
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Poor you *hugs* and eek!
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...And girl you gotta eat! Porridge?! Soup? Something. Eat!