Here's pictures of when me and Angie went and saw Fishbone which I talked about in my previous journal. If you've never seen Fishbone live you do NOT know what you're missing. They are the most awesome band to see live since the swing bands of the 1940s. If you ever get a chance to see them, Do it!
This was one of the hottest days in California's history. Angie doesn't do heat so good, so she was sweating like crazy. Lisa's Ass can be seen behind her. That headband she had on was utterly perfect for a ska show. She didn't wear it once we got there. I was sad.
Angie can't sleep on the floor because, if she sleeps on her back, it ends up being sore since she's not used to it. If she sleeps on her stomach, she ends up having major abdominal pain (she's got a pretty nasty intestinal disorder where she gets sores along her small and large intestines.) So she has to sleep on her side. This doesn't work very well for sleeping on the floor. At first we stayed in hotels. But at nearly $100 a night, for a weeks stay, that got to be way more than just buying a futon. So a few visits back we went and bought one. We've slept on it for like a total equivalent of about two weeks. We've all but worn the thing out already (well, it's not the sleepin' part that's worn it out, it's the pre and post sleep activities.)
Note: Lagoon Blue pillow, sheet, and dark blue blanket. I bought that blanket when I was 13. I've slept with it almost every night since. Not because I have to have a specific blanket, but because it just works really good.
She got in front of the fan to cool herself down and I had to take this picture.
A few notes about this picture: Taco Bell. We got it from the Green River Taco Bell / Pizza Hut Express where I worked for 9 months before working at the place I'm at now. I have crumbs on my lap. If you look between us you can see Angie's mp3 player plugged into the sound system in my truck. I have a laptop that has mobile broadband internet. We could stream shoutcast the whole way there just fine (the solution that she usually uses when she's up to a computer desk.) The laptop's also got a 40gb mp3 archive on it. Despite our hearing all the songs on her mp3 player like a million times already she always wants to use that. It seems to make her happy so I never bring it up (especially because it makes no difference at all.)
Most everyone I talk to knows that I hate drugs. I never smoke any pot at all. Yet, for some reason, during the split fraction of a second that a camera takes a picture, I look stoned to fuck. As soon as the flash turns off I look normal again, but during the few picoseconds that the flash is illuminating me, I appear to be totally blazed.
I was actually making a conscious effort to not look stoned in this picture. Ha! And I just noticed that it's image number 420.
One of the greatest pictures ever taken of Angie.
While we were there a Camel cigarettes vendor was there giving out free shit if you sign up for them to spam you with coupons. Angie's always all over that shit. They were giving out sunglasses and she wanted to see what she looked like in each of them so she took a picture and checked it out on the display.
Hey, look! I don't look like I'm stoned. Nope, I look like I'm wired on E this time.
I will never ever get tired of looking at this woman. Everyone has their own personal taste, and for mine, I think she's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.
I have no idea why I included this image. I think it's retarded.
The place we went to was in Long Beach right on the harbor. It's got three bars and two rooms, one for the band to play, and another with a DJ spinning live techno. The DJ sucked. After a bit the coke started to kick in though and he got better. This is where Angie belongs. On a dance floor shakin' her thang to trance. She loves deep trance.
Yes that's right she's out there dancing alone. More people showed up later and she was dancing with other folks then. But not me. I don't dance. Ever (unless it's to be a clown and amuse people such as in chat.)
I thought it was cool how they had all the liquor up above in a big X like this. I think that I'll do this with the next place I get.
The whole night my shirt was covered in sweat. It wasn't from me.
If you zoom in and look closely you can see grey hairs on my chin and on the right side of my head. Angie pointed them out to me earlier. She looks at me a lot more closely than I do.
Yes, we're always like this. And yes, it's sickening to watch.
When Fishbone came on, Angie really was not in her element. She coped by rubbing her butt against my junk while she danced trying to turn me on as hard as she could and used every moment she could to pull my attention away n kiss me.
Poor thing was just dyin' in the heat.
She got bored and started playing with the camera.
All in all this was a kick ass night seeing a kick ass band. Angie was a lot more into the tech floor and left right before Fishbone played Alcoholic. She came back after they were done saying "baby! they played my song!" I was like "Hehe awesome! They played mine too." We had quite a bit of fun that night.
This was one of the hottest days in California's history. Angie doesn't do heat so good, so she was sweating like crazy. Lisa's Ass can be seen behind her. That headband she had on was utterly perfect for a ska show. She didn't wear it once we got there. I was sad.
Angie can't sleep on the floor because, if she sleeps on her back, it ends up being sore since she's not used to it. If she sleeps on her stomach, she ends up having major abdominal pain (she's got a pretty nasty intestinal disorder where she gets sores along her small and large intestines.) So she has to sleep on her side. This doesn't work very well for sleeping on the floor. At first we stayed in hotels. But at nearly $100 a night, for a weeks stay, that got to be way more than just buying a futon. So a few visits back we went and bought one. We've slept on it for like a total equivalent of about two weeks. We've all but worn the thing out already (well, it's not the sleepin' part that's worn it out, it's the pre and post sleep activities.)
Note: Lagoon Blue pillow, sheet, and dark blue blanket. I bought that blanket when I was 13. I've slept with it almost every night since. Not because I have to have a specific blanket, but because it just works really good.
She got in front of the fan to cool herself down and I had to take this picture.
A few notes about this picture: Taco Bell. We got it from the Green River Taco Bell / Pizza Hut Express where I worked for 9 months before working at the place I'm at now. I have crumbs on my lap. If you look between us you can see Angie's mp3 player plugged into the sound system in my truck. I have a laptop that has mobile broadband internet. We could stream shoutcast the whole way there just fine (the solution that she usually uses when she's up to a computer desk.) The laptop's also got a 40gb mp3 archive on it. Despite our hearing all the songs on her mp3 player like a million times already she always wants to use that. It seems to make her happy so I never bring it up (especially because it makes no difference at all.)
Most everyone I talk to knows that I hate drugs. I never smoke any pot at all. Yet, for some reason, during the split fraction of a second that a camera takes a picture, I look stoned to fuck. As soon as the flash turns off I look normal again, but during the few picoseconds that the flash is illuminating me, I appear to be totally blazed.
I was actually making a conscious effort to not look stoned in this picture. Ha! And I just noticed that it's image number 420.
One of the greatest pictures ever taken of Angie.
While we were there a Camel cigarettes vendor was there giving out free shit if you sign up for them to spam you with coupons. Angie's always all over that shit. They were giving out sunglasses and she wanted to see what she looked like in each of them so she took a picture and checked it out on the display.
Hey, look! I don't look like I'm stoned. Nope, I look like I'm wired on E this time.
I will never ever get tired of looking at this woman. Everyone has their own personal taste, and for mine, I think she's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.
I have no idea why I included this image. I think it's retarded.
The place we went to was in Long Beach right on the harbor. It's got three bars and two rooms, one for the band to play, and another with a DJ spinning live techno. The DJ sucked. After a bit the coke started to kick in though and he got better. This is where Angie belongs. On a dance floor shakin' her thang to trance. She loves deep trance.
Yes that's right she's out there dancing alone. More people showed up later and she was dancing with other folks then. But not me. I don't dance. Ever (unless it's to be a clown and amuse people such as in chat.)
I thought it was cool how they had all the liquor up above in a big X like this. I think that I'll do this with the next place I get.
The whole night my shirt was covered in sweat. It wasn't from me.
If you zoom in and look closely you can see grey hairs on my chin and on the right side of my head. Angie pointed them out to me earlier. She looks at me a lot more closely than I do.
Yes, we're always like this. And yes, it's sickening to watch.
When Fishbone came on, Angie really was not in her element. She coped by rubbing her butt against my junk while she danced trying to turn me on as hard as she could and used every moment she could to pull my attention away n kiss me.
Poor thing was just dyin' in the heat.
She got bored and started playing with the camera.
All in all this was a kick ass night seeing a kick ass band. Angie was a lot more into the tech floor and left right before Fishbone played Alcoholic. She came back after they were done saying "baby! they played my song!" I was like "Hehe awesome! They played mine too." We had quite a bit of fun that night.
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I dont drink much ... wait no, I drink a lot more now.
But its just quiet.
Ill make a note to drunk dial you with shinanigans.