cherrybomb00

What a difference one phone call makes.....feeling better.
Tonight I was going to be a good girl and get to bed, but my buddy Paul called and picked me up to go to silverlake lounge to go see 400 Blows. What a kick ass show. I totally needed that. Had a couple beers, and banged my head. Fuck yeah. Paul was telling me about the guitar player how he just cut his hair short (from being long), and then imitated his guitar riffs with air guitar and vocally going dunh dunh dunh rah rah rah rah rah rah, when low and behold we were standing right by the guitar players wife who said, yeah, my husband did just cut his hair. I asked if Paul's air/vocal guitar riffs were a good imitation and she said yeah. She said it was cool to meet us and hear crowd peeps like us talk about the band. This is all before they went on. We were smack in the front to the side by the mixer. Moshing started and I grabbed the guys wife as she was getting knocked into the mixing board to help her up. I had to rock with one arm and fist up blocking the dudes from getting to me. (Fears ever since I got my jaw broken at a show--I'm rarely in the front because of that). But anyways, I totally needed that show tonight. These occurances have helped pull me out of my stomach eating itself funk. And thanks to all who wished me well. It's time to stop drinking grape gatoraid out of the big plastic bottle & chain smoking and get to bed. Gotta work in the morning ya know.