It seems Michelle and I have stopped taking so many pictures of each other, and I think this is probably a good sign. This isn't to say I intend to (ever) stop photographing my girly friend's gorgeous self, but that perhaps we have been focusing more on the immediate moment than recording it. Or maybe we are just getting lazy and the cameras aren't new anymore. Either way, I have no photographic evidence of the weekend's activities.
The last blog I wrote "All About Michelle" is a good example of me being a brat, I think. I'm glad she read it in my presence rather than alone where there's more chance to take the nastiness to heart. I'm grateful that she has a sense of humor about my tendencies during (perceived) conflict to (slightly) wound rather than really communicate, which I am committed to learning how to do better, and really have come a long way. So anyways, please disregard the reference to Mishy working at Starbucks etc. She knows what's best for her and I respect her processes and decisions.
At this point we are discussing an August 1st co-habitation, and it is a source of great excitement and nervousness to me. I can't even really write about it here because my thoughts on this one are going into my real journal first, and then to therapy, then to my friend Maggie, and to Mishy, then here perhaps.
Yesterday I let Michelle read my journal and I forgot about one mini secret that was in there and she read it and had a bad reaction. Now this reaction is being overshadowed by the discussion on domestic bliss, but I wish I could undo keeping a secret, however small, but I had many reasons and justifications of course.
The show on Friday night was good and bad. The bar (169) was not good. Basically they took our girlfriends' money, kept it, no guest list, gave no drink tickets till the end, did no sound check, told us to play quietly (why have us come?), wouldn't turn me up or even respond to my requests for a sound person to talk to me, meanwhile the band before us was very loud, this guy was just an asshole, and then after four songs they said two more. Then we were upset because we planned to play all our songs. But the people in the bar seemed to like us a lot and especially like me, yelling things like "the singer is the best" and protesting when we were going to be cut off. And it became a funny thing, our anger and the "crowd" protesting. So we played (at my suggestion) our loudest song, as loudly as we could. That was supposed to be the 2nd to last song, but as it ended they turned off my mike and starting playing the bee gees. Then the crowd complained and I think the management saw it would displease everyone to really kick us off in a non-friendly way. So we played one more, also very loudly, and managed to have a good time. I was nervous at first because there was no height on the "stage," and no lights, just a slew of strange, dorky boys right in my fucking face and talking to me too. Really they were only a few feet away, and nothing separating us. That was nerve racking, but I loosened up by the end and felt happy but we won't play there again. Tomorrow night we are playing at Otto's Shrunken Head where I was with Mishy this past New Years Eve, when it smelled like vomit and I can't remember anything about the band that played.
i remember the band that played. one member was a fat older white guy with some sort of beard of facial hair. one was a handsome brown skinned younger man with a nice body and i think he wore a chain wallet. oh and i think there may have been a girl in the band too, yeah i think so. i know the next band who we didnt stay for featured a bleached blonde older woman who was eagerly gulping champagne and stomping around like she owned the place. and i remember an older couple, both older folks - black woman and a white man - who were sitting at the table closest to the band having what looked like a great time.
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