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May. 7th, 2009 02:09 pmUuuuugh I'm in a shitty-ass mood today.
Yesterday sister and I went to a concert in Albany. It's a 3.5 hour drive one-way, and she doesn't drive so it was all me. We bought the tickets for White Tie Affair, but there were a bunch of other bands on the bill (none of whom I'd heard of at the time we decided to go, but once I'd actually listened to them all actually found a band I liked better than WTA, Cash Cash).
Anyway, long-ass drive, sister shitty company, blah blah...we got there and White Tie Affair weren't even playing. They were definitely on the bill, we'd seen five or six different lineups for this show from various MySpaces and the venue page, and they were on all of them, but they weren't there and no one mentioned them. Sooooo all that drive for pretty much nothing, because the show was good but we would never have gone that far for any of the other bands (except I totally would for Cash Cash. I'm in love. But I didn't know them at the time).
The venue was pretty nice, though. Huge, and there were actually decent places to sit with views of the stage, so I didn't feel like I'd wasted my time/money sitting through 4/5 acts. Hard as fuck to find, especially since the google maps directions were supremely unhelpful (once we got off the interstate, we were supposed to drive 2.5 miles, make a u-turn [wtf], go right, go right. No street names, nothing HELPFUL, just u, r, r.).
I did look pretty fabulous, btw. I bought these bright pink tights sometime last year to match a shirt I bought at the same time, but the shirt doesn't look good with any of my skirts so I never got to wear them. So I had a black vesty-halter thing, denim skirt, brighty pink tights and stompy boots. Hardcooore.
Got home at 2 am, kind of disappointed and completely wiped out, to find out our uncle's gonna be in Waterbury today (hour away) and he'd suggested driving up here to stay the night and hang out. Which was a bad idea for like 80 reasons. So Dad's first question when I crawled in after a 13-hour day, 7 of which were spent in the car, was "would you mind going to Waterbury tomorrow for dinner with Uncle Pete?"
"Do I have to drive?"
"Well it would just be you and Andrea."
I think the fact that I didn't just let loose a gigantic FUCK YOU THE FUCK TO FUCKING HELL FOR SUGGESTING THAT, YOU FUCK shows remarkable restraint. But we compromised, he made some time so he's gonna drive. But he told me this morning that he might have insisted. FUUUUUUUUUCK YOU.
Anyway I'm headachey and tired and am going to sleep in the car. Wheeee.
Yesterday sister and I went to a concert in Albany. It's a 3.5 hour drive one-way, and she doesn't drive so it was all me. We bought the tickets for White Tie Affair, but there were a bunch of other bands on the bill (none of whom I'd heard of at the time we decided to go, but once I'd actually listened to them all actually found a band I liked better than WTA, Cash Cash).
Anyway, long-ass drive, sister shitty company, blah blah...we got there and White Tie Affair weren't even playing. They were definitely on the bill, we'd seen five or six different lineups for this show from various MySpaces and the venue page, and they were on all of them, but they weren't there and no one mentioned them. Sooooo all that drive for pretty much nothing, because the show was good but we would never have gone that far for any of the other bands (except I totally would for Cash Cash. I'm in love. But I didn't know them at the time).
The venue was pretty nice, though. Huge, and there were actually decent places to sit with views of the stage, so I didn't feel like I'd wasted my time/money sitting through 4/5 acts. Hard as fuck to find, especially since the google maps directions were supremely unhelpful (once we got off the interstate, we were supposed to drive 2.5 miles, make a u-turn [wtf], go right, go right. No street names, nothing HELPFUL, just u, r, r.).
I did look pretty fabulous, btw. I bought these bright pink tights sometime last year to match a shirt I bought at the same time, but the shirt doesn't look good with any of my skirts so I never got to wear them. So I had a black vesty-halter thing, denim skirt, brighty pink tights and stompy boots. Hardcooore.
Got home at 2 am, kind of disappointed and completely wiped out, to find out our uncle's gonna be in Waterbury today (hour away) and he'd suggested driving up here to stay the night and hang out. Which was a bad idea for like 80 reasons. So Dad's first question when I crawled in after a 13-hour day, 7 of which were spent in the car, was "would you mind going to Waterbury tomorrow for dinner with Uncle Pete?"
"Do I have to drive?"
"Well it would just be you and Andrea."
I think the fact that I didn't just let loose a gigantic FUCK YOU THE FUCK TO FUCKING HELL FOR SUGGESTING THAT, YOU FUCK shows remarkable restraint. But we compromised, he made some time so he's gonna drive. But he told me this morning that he might have insisted. FUUUUUUUUUCK YOU.
Anyway I'm headachey and tired and am going to sleep in the car. Wheeee.
