Hot Mess

LISTENING TO: The Resolution by Jack's Mannequin
Men.
Frustrate me.

I miss feeling cherished. Cherished in any sense, not necessarily in a romantic sense. Merely, to know that someone understands the value of a friend, of a person. To know, they are careful with your heart... with other's hearts... and are not simply thinking about themselves ALL the time.
The audacity. . .
Tact.
Gone.
Out the window.

I am really so over it.


Annnnyways,
Last night after the tv on the radio show, I wanted pizza, so I stopped by Zubar to see Chance and snagged pizza across the street. Bob had already beat me there, so the three of us closed it down and then some. As if 2am is not late enough, the perks of being a bartender include staying even later. I believe we stumbled out of there at about 330? I was the only one who had to work the next day. And here I am. Quite the productive one. I look a hot mess. Poor Chancey got conned into buying me a flower from some jerk. It was dumb. And then, not realizing he was hussling the bartender, (apparently the guy comes in every week selling roses) hits him up for 10 bucks after it is already in my hand! This thing better bloom. I tried to give it back. It didn't work out so well. Also- Chance needs to stop stealing my wardrobe and awesome style. We had matching "upper westside Manhattan brims". My fedora is better. And I had it first. Bob is kind of amazing. And looks smashing with his new Xtopher'ed hair. I tell you, that guy can do some crazy things with shears and razors. Bobby, please work for Dr. Delphinium. I would like free flowers. You know. The ones they throw away b/c they opened up too much. Those. You'll see. I could never throw them away when I worked at Forever Floral. LOVED it. Flowers make my life beautiful. I have rambled too much, you probably already stopped reading. Shoot. I would have.
Love you all more than most things. Okay more than anything. That's better. But I do love music. Alot. Okay. Tootles.

P.S. I love Hampton.

Concert Junkie

LISTENING TO: Meg White by Ray Lamontagne

I have seen 36-3465983249561 shows this month. Actually, only 4. But it feels like that many.
Quite an eclectic group, I must say.
Oct21- Girl Talk
- Was fun, but would have been so much better at a smaller venue, with better sound equip, and had there not been a bjillizillion douchebags there. Granted I am 21, but the audience still made ME feel old, not to mention all of my friends. Greg also should not have catered to the douchebag's needs by playing lots of new hip-hop. I enjoy it, but his old stuff is sooooo much better. What happened to Fleetwood Mac? Urgh.
Oct22- Jack's Mannequin
- Bob and Christi. We had a blast. Andrew McMahon is simply amazing. I want to be his piano. I tried so hard to get Ayo to get me a date. It didn't happen much to my dismay. But hey- I threw myself out there.
Oct24- Ray Lamontagne
Meesh, Jen, and Benj! First I had the acorn squash at Dream Cafe. So fun. SOOO good. Ray's voice is decadence. Truly warms my bones. I actually cried during one song. So did the possibly cute guy next to me. He liked my shoes. After the show, we stayed out till 2:30 at this sweet little wine bistro/restaurant. Michael met up with us. I was a 5th wheel, but I loved it.
Oct28- TV on the Radio
SUCH A GREAT PERFORMANCE! I am new to this band, and I am in love. Its so great to see so many very talented musicians come together and create a sound completely original and absolutely profound.

Bruised

Listening to: Jack's Mannequin

I've got my things,
I'm good to go
You met me at the terminal
Just one more plane ride and it's done

We stood like statues at the gate
Vacation's come and gone too late
There's so much sun where I'm from
I had to give it away, had to give you away

And we spent four days on an
Island at your family's old hotel
Sometimes perfection can be
It can be perfect hell, perfect...

Hours pass, and she still counts the minutes
That I am not there, I swear I didn't mean
For it to feel like this
Like every inch of me is bruised, bruised
And don't fly fast.
Oh, pilot can you help me?
Can you make this last?
This plane is all I got
So keep it steady, now
Cause every inch you see is bruised

I lace my Chucks, I walk the aisle
I take my pills, the babies cry
All I hear is what's playing through
The in-flight radio
Now every word of every song
I ever heard that made me wanna stay
Is what's playing through
The in-flight radio, and I
And I am, finally waking up
Hours pass, and she still counts the minutes
That I am not there, I swear I didn't mean
For it to feel like this
Like every inch of me is bruised, bruised
Don't fly fast. Oh, pilot can you help me?
Can you make this last? This plane is all I got
So keep it steady, now
Cause every inch you see is bruised, yeah

So read your books, but stay out late
Some nights, some nights, and don't think
That you can't stop by the bar
You haven't shown your face here since the bad news
Well I'm here till close, with fingers crossed
Each night cause your place isn't far
And hours pass, and hours pass, yeah, yeah...
Yeah, yeah, she still counts the minutes
That I am not there, I swear I didn't mean
For it to feel like this
Like every inch of me is bruised, bruised
And don't fly fast. Oh, pilot can you help me?
Can you make this last? This plane is all I got
So keep it steady, now
Cause every inch you see is bruised, bruised, bruised

I still can't believe we didn't make it...
That you are so far away.
Come home.

It wouldn't be the same.
I still sometimes daydream that you will come back.
That we will stick a band-aid on it and be okay.
I can smell you.
I have memorized the curves of your body from head to toe.
I miss you.

I am scared of December.
How do I let you go again?
I want to be over you, over us.
I simply am not.