Friday, May 22, 2009

tired

i wore the wrong shoes to the show today, and my feet are KILLING me. i'm just soar and tired in general. but it's all worth it.

i got some fairly good pictures yesterday, and some amazing ones today (since the show happened in daylight). i can't wait to have time to sort through them and stuff. yay :)

it's weird knowing i'm going to meet nine inch nails tomorrow. i'm trying to think of something to say, but i know once i'm there i'll just forget it anyhow. hmm... =/

ok. time to go to sleep and rest up for the drive and final show tomorrow. :( i'm going to be a wreck. i know it.

funny, game three between detroit and chicago is tomorrow. when i realized it would clash with the last show, i really thought it would be an issue for me. uh, yeah, i don't care. hockey will be a nice distraction when i'm depressed about the end of nin, but right now it soooooo takes the back seat.

...i know i need to go but i want to tell stories!

a quick one:

street sweeper... the guitarist (who isn't tom morello, duh) and the bassist are funny. they've been cracking me up at the past few shows because their moves are generic "rock star." they look like characters out of rock band. anyhow, katie and i are sitting down after the show and who do we see hiking back up to the venue (yeah, the santa barbara venue is actually on top of a steep hill and so it's a hike) but dave and karl. i think that's their names. anyhow, we decided we'd ask them for a picture. they must be used to people approaching them to ask about the more famous part of the band, because they were really shocked when we asked for a picture with them. "with us?! sure!" it was funny. they asked us if we liked their show and we were like "yeah it was awesome! tooootally!" ...as if! they were really nice guys, though. so that's cool.

speaking of "as if!", travis the stoner from clueless was at the irvine show.

speaking of the irvine show, it was rad. but that venue is far from the parking lot too. wtf? it's fine going in, but at the end when your feet are dead, there's pretty much nothing worse than having to hike back to the car.

oh god ok i need to go to bed. buh bye!

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