last night was amazing. although i didnt get to watch As Tall As Lions last performance in LA, I did get to hang out with them after the show in their hotel room by the airport until they had to leave at 4 am. 

when they finished packing their gear at the troubadour, we were going to go to Bardot but it was already 1am so we’d barely make it to last call. so somewhere we decided to go to the hotel at the Holiday Inn near the airport but before we headed that way, we stopped at CVS to pick up some refreshments. we decided on a handle of Jameson and the lone brit bought a bottle of Makers Mark. When the purchases were complete (I bought a pack of cigarettes for the first time in 9 months and I dont wanna talk about that right now), our three car caravan headed to the hotel in rain that has yet to stop. 

we took one street to the airport. i saw police lights ahead. I didnt see them anymore when we passed where I thought they were until I saw the cruiser following me for the next 2 miles. I began falling behind from the two other cars in hopes to distract from the goings-on in the cars in front but also because I definitely did not want to get stopped. I got on the freeway, the cops still following me, and headed in the caravans direction knowing where they’d be going. the cop had fallen back but i could still see them in my rear view mirror until they exited at the next exit. I was in the clear again.

arriving at the hotel, I ended up passing the caravan somehow so I didnt know where to go because I never knew where we were going in the first place. phone calls were placed and time was spent waiting until I got the word to go to the Holiday Inn. I drove there, parked and met everyone in the lobby as a few checked in and the others sat on the couches drinking the Jameson. They got 4 rooms for the less than 3 hours they would be there for. We went into the elevator, walked to the end of the hall, entered the room, got ice and began the night.

It was an all around good time. Talking. Sitting. Drinking. Taxi Cab Confessions. Jokes. Arguments. Angelina Jolie vs Jennifer Anniston. Ryan Reynolds personal life. Miley Cyrus. Salvia. Beds. “John”.

The band left at precisely 4am which left the six of us in the hotel room with a quarter of Jameson and nearly a full bottle of Makers Mark. We didn’t drink as much than we did while the band was there but we talked about random band things with the 3 girls left in the room. One girl fell asleep on the bed. A guy also fell asleep while 1 girl continued talking with the other guy about whoknowswhat. 

At one point, I asked the silent girl why she was so silent and she told the story of her dead phone and her ditched friends. Found out where she lived and then asked if she needed a ride home, which was completely on the other side of the city and my house being between these two points. We left the hotel room around 6am.

I drove her home. We talked the entire ride there about cars, life, san francisco, everything. After dropping her off, I put some gas in my car and headed home. I stopped at McDonalds near my house, ordered breakfast and got home as everyone else was waking up. It was 7am and as I ended my day, the rest of the house was just beginning theirs.  

Tomorrow I begin a new job after having been out of one for the past eight months. The guy told me during the interview that most times jobs there are taken before they even get posted because its about who you know; luckily i knew the right person. I dont know what this job will entail but I do know that I will be handling mail. It is a “temporary” position which I am sort of glad about because the last thing I want is to get stuck doing that until the end of my days.

I’m sure I will post more meaningful things now that I will have less time on my hands. I will also probably finish things that I have been meaning to do the past few months because I will have less time. I need deadlines to work and that’s what I’ve been missing the past eight months. 

i wrote a short story for class. actually, i’ve written many short stories for class because the class is creative writing and every week we have a different topic/prompt. 

last weeks prompt was to take the first 3 or 4 sentences for a book/story/novel, write the opposite and begin the story from there. the book i started from was House of Leaves, mostly because it had a pretty interesting beginning and there were no names involved. 

the story i came up with had to do with dreaming, daydreaming and remembering dreams. it was strange because the story took a complete different turn than i had expected it to go but i trusted that the story would work itself out…and it did. it was probably was the one the most interesting pieces i’ve written so far and i actually kind of like rereading it; something i hate doing with anything i’ve ever written. there are a few places i can improve on but those are just minor details that will help elevate the suspense. one day i’ll post it on here but i just wanted to share with you that i’m kind of proud about that story. very eerie, very creepy and riddled with symbolisms. i like. 

In hindsight, this being the morning after, either Anthony Green was really holding back, or I just was too into the show to even notice him. I wouldn’t be surprised, however, if he was. he’s got alot on his mind. alot.

I literally just got back from watching Circa Survive at the Avalon tonight. Aside from the fact that I had an “Avalon Old Fashioned” (as the bartenders called it), I also had a Rum and Coke as well as two 24oz PBRs. 

Yes, the PBRs were gross and the Rum/Coke was too Coke-y, I still had a beyond enjoyable time.

I missed the first opener, whom I really wanted to see Animals as Leaders but I got to see CodeSeven. I saw them in 2005 open for Saosin at the El Rey Theater and let me just say, they were as bad, if not more, than they were back then. Save for a song or two, it was defintily not something to write home about; therefore, that is all i will say about that here. 

dredg was ama-zing. i’ve listened to them for about as long as i have for Circa Survive but to a lesser degree. dredg defintely knows how to groove and how to get the crowd grooving.

Circa Survive.

I dont know what to say. My voice is shot. My ears are ringing and I’m sure I left an impression on they people who were pushing me a little too much, (aside: i know how to handle a pit; ive been in many in my day so i know what you should and should not do. the asian guy and black guy behind me were definitely doing things they shouldn’t have been doing and therefore they, each, received an elbow and a punch, respectively, to let them know who they shouldn’t mess with).

their performance was phenomenal. i loved every second of it and i made sure i lived it to the fullest, as Anthony Green said to do. I also made sure the rest of the band heard my voice especially in the silent portions of the set (my timing was perfect). dont ask me what the setlist was because i dont remember and the bouncer wouldnt give it to me after i reminded him what happened the night before (the avalon was shut down by the fire department for overcrowding, but thats a whole ‘nother story and as the bouncer said, “a low blow”). 

my ears are ringing. my arms and shoulders hurt. my legs are sore. i love you Circa Survive and I hope to one day write about the impact of your music in my later years.