I've been gone for about two days and I miss Pensacola like crazy already. I'm not sure what has happened since last year, I guess maturity? I remember when I used to be so fascinated with the "wild and exciting" spring breakers. Yes, it's very refreshing to meet new people from different states, but everyone I've met so far seems to be VERY ordinary and not refreshing in the least bit. I miss Pensacola and the laid back house parties, the GOOD music, and the GOOD people. It's so different now, it doesn't impress me that you can bench a million pounds and you work at the local hollister in your town. Show me your music collection, what's the last book you read, beat me in a goddamn game of speed quarters. Drink some whisky! Not just cheap vodka and beer. Jesus, I really miss my local scene. But this is what used to be local for me, now it's just this. I rant and I rave, I rave and I rant. I'm just frustrated, but happy at the same time that I can see the difference in myself, the person I was a year ago and the person I am now. I'm not easily entertained by your "wild" antics, I'd rather dance in the living room and smoke out by the back with the fire. There is no easier way to say it: I miss Pensacola.
Said and done.
Said and done.
astraltraveller:
Where's Pensacola? What king of whisky do you like? There's nothing better than getting into some tunes in your own place with people you enjoy. You can choose whatever you like. I am increasingly getting more and more frustrated at the shit music bars insist on playing here. So mind crushingly boring.