necrosis

I spent under $60 last weekend. I haven't bought a piece of vinyl for about a month now. I have a nice amount of cash to my name at the moment, something I haven't had for a long time. It feels good.

Friday night I went out to hang with friends and drink a bit, and walked into one of the first local metal gigs I've gotten a kick out of in a long time. If you're into that sorta thing, you'd be well-advised to keep your ears open for both The Decimation Protocol and Adelaide's Truth Corroded. Really, really good shit that's left me with a severe case of bangover* that still refuses to go away.

Saturday night was a different story - went to a club to meet up with the lovely ponderch3rry and celebrate the birthday of Ms. Kye. The night was pretty uneventful for me, minus some fun conversation and watching a girl get whipped in the corner (that was super hot, by the way), and in the end Ms. Ch3rry and I ended up hanging around the Valley waiting for trains to start again. Many, many lulz were had.

Sunday was spent cleaning. Vacuuming, scrubbing, washing and drying. Gunnery Sargent Hartman himself would approve of the state this place is in at the moment.

Also, I'm still reeling from the fact that I've seen Off Minor and Ampere play two shows each in this city. It's amazing that bands who tour their home countries in vans and sell 7"s and t-shirts so they can eat and pay for fuel are able to fly here and play now, all thanks to the amazing support of many people all over the country and the tight-knit groups that not only genuinely enjoy going to shows, but see the importance of their involvement and support so that these great things can keep happening. Look at what we've built. It's really something to be proud of.