Oh shit. Oh shit. I got so fucking hammered last night, and... blah! Just the combination of so many factors foreign to my everyday life. I drank too much. I smoked too much green. I smoked too many cloves. I wore my corset fully laced for 12 hours. (I had to loosen it after that - a chocolate milkshake was calling to me and I had to make room.)
My evening started at about 5 pm, and I didn't get home till 7am, and I was still completely sloshed then. And then I slept till about 7 this evening. I didn't get a hangover, because I'm smart, but I'm still definitely not feeling 100% yet. Closer to 60%, maybe. Guh...
AND THE SHOW WAS SO GOOD. I'm small so I squeezed myself right up front and they both shook my hand from onstage and they just put on an awesome show. The crowd got a little out of hand at times, but overall they behaved. The place was fucking packed.
And all the good vibes last night! The last time VNV hit NYC, about 2 and a half years ago, I couldn't go, for various reasons. Like my age, the money, and some major social drama. I can't explain it all right now, because I don't know where to begin. But basically last time, there was a lot of hostility, and it wasn't directed at me, but I was the root of it so my presence wasn't welcome. But then recently one of the people got back in touch with me, and he was like yeah, everybody is going. You should come with me, nobody has hard feelings, it's all good. And so I went with him and got to chill with everybody and there wasn't a single trace of bullshit past, I was completely welcome, and it was just so awesome. This is all sounding really lame, I can't explain it well. But last night was my gothic rebirth, and it was beautiful. (Don't worry, that doesn't mean I'm going to walk around weeping with my palm stapled to my forehead now, and I'll still only wear black eyeliner on special occassions. "Goth" isn't who I am or what I call myself; it's merely one facet of my personality.)
I... whoa. I know what I'm trying to say, but this isn't really going to make complete sense to anybody on the site. I just had a really good time. And now I need to go back to bed. My head is all over the place. And my torso hates me; real corsets are not designed to be worn for 12 hours, unless perhaps you build up to it gradually, which I didn't. My ribs and spine are angry. So are my lungs. SO IS MY SOUL, I AM SO GOTH! And... blackout.
My evening started at about 5 pm, and I didn't get home till 7am, and I was still completely sloshed then. And then I slept till about 7 this evening. I didn't get a hangover, because I'm smart, but I'm still definitely not feeling 100% yet. Closer to 60%, maybe. Guh...
AND THE SHOW WAS SO GOOD. I'm small so I squeezed myself right up front and they both shook my hand from onstage and they just put on an awesome show. The crowd got a little out of hand at times, but overall they behaved. The place was fucking packed.
And all the good vibes last night! The last time VNV hit NYC, about 2 and a half years ago, I couldn't go, for various reasons. Like my age, the money, and some major social drama. I can't explain it all right now, because I don't know where to begin. But basically last time, there was a lot of hostility, and it wasn't directed at me, but I was the root of it so my presence wasn't welcome. But then recently one of the people got back in touch with me, and he was like yeah, everybody is going. You should come with me, nobody has hard feelings, it's all good. And so I went with him and got to chill with everybody and there wasn't a single trace of bullshit past, I was completely welcome, and it was just so awesome. This is all sounding really lame, I can't explain it well. But last night was my gothic rebirth, and it was beautiful. (Don't worry, that doesn't mean I'm going to walk around weeping with my palm stapled to my forehead now, and I'll still only wear black eyeliner on special occassions. "Goth" isn't who I am or what I call myself; it's merely one facet of my personality.)
I... whoa. I know what I'm trying to say, but this isn't really going to make complete sense to anybody on the site. I just had a really good time. And now I need to go back to bed. My head is all over the place. And my torso hates me; real corsets are not designed to be worn for 12 hours, unless perhaps you build up to it gradually, which I didn't. My ribs and spine are angry. So are my lungs. SO IS MY SOUL, I AM SO GOTH! And... blackout.
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As long as fun was had.
No it doesn't! Shut up, asswipe! Agh! Nachos!