"...Usually I go off at house parties with the old Roger Rabbit."*
I love the Hidden Cameras.
I went to elementary and high school with the Adele, I was in the Adele & Donna fan club in High school. I love crafting, and would much rather craft on a Saturday night.
That being said...:
Come, have fun, get drunk, make out. That's pretty much what I did, minus the get drunk bit. Wednesday is India Rock Dance night. I've been telling anyone who will listen to me talk of this fabulousness. I don't dance very enthusiastically, but I adore watching people dance, and I think that the Dance Mofo DJ's might have just bumped Parking's DJ Mini in my favorite DJ's list. They actually play music I like, [Unlike the utter crap being played at Twisted.] I think Broken City has also bumped the ironwood as my favorite Calgary music venue. It's amazing what experience does.
Which spills nicely into my Friday night activity of this past week: You Say Party! We Say Die! He!She!You!Me!You!They!We!Us!OK! is pretty much the bitchinest song ever. That's the only way I can describe it, it's a feel it in your stomach kind of song. I'm all for this small intimate venue thing where ones friends [and yes, I may have been involved] can dance on stage among the band. Oh boy. It was fantastically fucking fun. I love how the more I want to emphasize the fantastic quality of something, the more I swear.
My girlfriend is a rockstar. I adore her.
Events from the weekend not mentioned in the FFWD:
Thursday spent on my couch watching delicious lesbian cinematography, and horrific childhood dance videos [thank god my parents never owned a video camera, life could be a lot more embarrassing.]
Thursday evening spent in my bed.
Saturday afternoon art watching and ice skating. The Epcore centre is my favorite building in the city.
Sunday I spent sleeping in the car, and then putting one foot in front of the other in order to get the outdoorsieness over with asap.
Today was spent trying to justify the fucking wall of galvanized steel keeping me inside and everyone else out.
I went to elementary and high school with the Adele, I was in the Adele & Donna fan club in High school. I love crafting, and would much rather craft on a Saturday night.
That being said...:
Come, have fun, get drunk, make out. That's pretty much what I did, minus the get drunk bit. Wednesday is India Rock Dance night. I've been telling anyone who will listen to me talk of this fabulousness. I don't dance very enthusiastically, but I adore watching people dance, and I think that the Dance Mofo DJ's might have just bumped Parking's DJ Mini in my favorite DJ's list. They actually play music I like, [Unlike the utter crap being played at Twisted.] I think Broken City has also bumped the ironwood as my favorite Calgary music venue. It's amazing what experience does.
Which spills nicely into my Friday night activity of this past week: You Say Party! We Say Die! He!She!You!Me!You!They!We!Us!OK! is pretty much the bitchinest song ever. That's the only way I can describe it, it's a feel it in your stomach kind of song. I'm all for this small intimate venue thing where ones friends [and yes, I may have been involved] can dance on stage among the band. Oh boy. It was fantastically fucking fun. I love how the more I want to emphasize the fantastic quality of something, the more I swear.
My girlfriend is a rockstar. I adore her.
Events from the weekend not mentioned in the FFWD:
Thursday spent on my couch watching delicious lesbian cinematography, and horrific childhood dance videos [thank god my parents never owned a video camera, life could be a lot more embarrassing.]
Thursday evening spent in my bed.
Saturday afternoon art watching and ice skating. The Epcore centre is my favorite building in the city.
Sunday I spent sleeping in the car, and then putting one foot in front of the other in order to get the outdoorsieness over with asap.
Today was spent trying to justify the fucking wall of galvanized steel keeping me inside and everyone else out.
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