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xianeAw, jeez. I can't remember half of what went on this weekend, other than Amber Spyglass was excellent as always, In Tenebris rocked hard, I was forced to teach the crowd how to properly encore a band... I talked to a million lovely and wonderful people on Saturday night, and that made me smile. I like working door; it is such a social and fun job. I also like working lights - although it would be a more effective job if the light board wasn't always threatening to freeze, the lights were pointed properly, and we had better gels. I can fix the aiming part. The rest will have to come from DJ nights or a Dawning Benefit event. O_o
Oh! I came home, hung out with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
nothingoth for a few before he left [oh, I should mention that he hung out all day and was extremely helpful! Yay The Chad!]... and Stu and I were just sitting there, dissecting the evening as we often do... and the phone rings. I'm like, "Hmm. It's 3:30 am. Who could it be?"
Well, it could be Andy from Bella Morte. And he could have been calling randomly, from a showing of Rocky Horror in Phoenix, AZ. And he could have put a Corndawg and a Tony Lechmanski on the phone, as well. And we could have talked about how the near-nakedness of the attendees were what was redeeming being at the movie. And we could have been laughing so hysterically that nothing sensible was said at all.
Well, it could have.
Heh.
So today. I woke up, made breakfast. Talked tombickers for a bit. Weaseled the garden some - yes, I bought a Garden Weasel, and it ROCKS. Got most of the plots almost cleared out, sorta, while M talked to me and paraded around the yard in a red and black bra. Got a call from krasota asking if I wanted a trip to the bookstore before SubShock, and of course I said yes! Any chance to hang out with Jos and Boy! So we did, and then I came here, and then I spun some gothiness, and now I'm here waiting for a ride home, lalala.
*phew* That's a lot of whack.
Oh! I came home, hung out with
nothingoth for a few before he left [oh, I should mention that he hung out all day and was extremely helpful! Yay The Chad!]... and Stu and I were just sitting there, dissecting the evening as we often do... and the phone rings. I'm like, "Hmm. It's 3:30 am. Who could it be?"Well, it could be Andy from Bella Morte. And he could have been calling randomly, from a showing of Rocky Horror in Phoenix, AZ. And he could have put a Corndawg and a Tony Lechmanski on the phone, as well. And we could have talked about how the near-nakedness of the attendees were what was redeeming being at the movie. And we could have been laughing so hysterically that nothing sensible was said at all.
Well, it could have.
Heh.
So today. I woke up, made breakfast. Talked to
mbickers for a bit. Weaseled the garden some - yes, I bought a Garden Weasel, and it ROCKS. Got most of the plots almost cleared out, sorta, while M talked to me and paraded around the yard in a red and black bra. Got a call from krasota asking if I wanted a trip to the bookstore before SubShock, and of course I said yes! Any chance to hang out with Jos and Boy! So we did, and then I came here, and then I spun some gothiness, and now I'm here waiting for a ride home, lalala.*phew* That's a lot of whack.
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2003-04-21 20:29 (UTC)I was in such a frantic rush to get the garden weasled, as this is the first chance I've had in weeks to even look at that plot, that everything else went out of my mind. Then of course I didn't have your email with me at the station so I could email you one from there. Patrick beat me to the punch!
I'm glad you're here! I added you to my friends list... now I have the whole family on there, yay!