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May. 11th, 2002 11:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thedarksiren2Last night was a strange one indeed.
Strangely associated to illness and stress.
Went to the Lincoln Park Pub to meet up with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sharpshinyclaws and bindrune. I thought a couple of other peeps would be there too...zeldachic, djdillydally, and her husband, but only the last of them ever appeared.
The bartender was an ass. Totally stuck-up snotty, seemingly put-out by our requests. I must admit that the satisfaction in knowing that my andbindrune's ordering red meat totally disgusted him was outstanding!!!
And I don't think I would have even ordered food except for that the Irish Coffee was made with nothing but whiskey and coffee (I am Americanized, what can I say? I like the Irish cream to mellow things out a bit!)and I was quite buzzed after only drinking my first.
It was fun hanging out with the two of them...they tried to entice me with the ways of the Grid, but I was already committed to the SOB release at the Phantasy. I told them that maybe I would come out after the show, but if I wasn't there by one, I wouldn't be.
And I wasn't.
I walked up the stairs to the Phantasy, running into Dj Dirty Slurp-E (my ex-cohort in spinnage) at the door. I must admit, he looked damn good. He seems to be working out, getting rather "buff," for lack of better terminology. No, I do not notice shit like this usually, but he was rather wiry before when we DJ'd at TYR, so it was hard not to notice. I complimented him...he took it like a tough guy, shrugging it off.
Pud.
I try to be nice, but sometimes....*sigh!*
And to my left, all the State of Being crew, plus Decadent peeps, and then some other familiar Cleveland faces. I say my hellos, get introduced to a few new people, only one whose name I recall...Heather. Not that she was more noticable, just that I remembered. And Shara asks me if the Box is representing SOB...I once had a sticker of theirs on it, but it fell off. So we find a new space for one, and I thank them for their contribution to my sticky habits.
David K's wife Dee Dee and her sister Mickey are pointing towards Brian's wife's foot as I wave hello; it is cast-up, staying elevated on a chair behind the table. I ask what happened, as I should - as it turns out, she is a direct care staff at another company in the MR/DD community. Unfortunately, she is having a horrible time there, and just wants out, but then this worker's comp thingy came up...stuck for a while.
And I sat beside the boat most of the night, my stomach getting rather unhappy as the night progresses. Actually, well, no...it wasn't my stomach, but seeing as it was mostly my guy friends around, I say stomach. I have found that by mentioning just how much it sucks having ovarian-issues, men tend to curl up and scoot away quickly. And even if I really didn't feel much like being social, I did like seeing a smiling face here and there.
And smiling faces there were...thecreep was doing his lighting-thang, transmission00 wandered in, and I totally stopped talking DJing with Dj Dirty Slurp-E to hug her...she looked like she needed one, and hugs are always offered to keen peepz. ~8) There were plenty of people I knew, android23, the ever elusive L, and Patrick and his woman, but I still sat in my corner, occassionally getting up, but then deciding that the combination of abdominal pain and platforms pinching my toes was just not worth standing.
And in saunterstheswede, whom I haven't seen in forever. He tells me of his car going BOOM, and how the blonde girly from CA will pay for everything because he has a good lawyer and all her stats...I hope so. I would hate to see him all screwed by some stupid girl who cannot drive. It was nice to see him, and just to talk and listen and be in the space again.
I saw aspinmistress swoop by, all lighted-up and bootiful as evah, but never got to say hello.
The pain down-yonder persisted, and I tried to be social, but the words got stuck behind my throat somewhere, and I wanted to crawl into a shell and disappear. But thenevilshell appears, and I gave her a most thoughtful hug, because I KNEW she needed it, and I unfortunately could not buy her a beer, but we shall do that soon.
As for the bands, I do not know what was up with the sound last night...HIGH END FROM HAYEL! OMFG! And it was really too bad, considering that I thought Decadent did a much better job this weekend than last at Veil's show. Of course, David K. refused to agree, but dare I say, he is finding his diva-self, and welll...we are all our own worst critics and biggest supah-secret fans! His voice is just amazing though...I hope it takes him far. And Brian is still one of my favorite guitarists in Cleveland...simple, beautiful, luscious. I broke the SOB bass player's heart when I told Scott (the lead guitarist for SOB) that Brian was married. Apparently, she was all-a-droolin' over him. Silly silly goil! Then again, I had been flirting with the boy for quite a while before I ever realized he was engaged - he is just easily flirted with...some people are like that. Others are absolutely unapproachable, however.
BUT...umm, yeah...bands...Disown...again, the high end from the sound was nerve-racking, but all in all they impressed me. Yes, I enjoy goth/ industrial, synth, etc. But damn if I don't appreciate people with full-bands...guitars, bass, real drums. The lead singer had quite a presence about him, and no one else seemed shadowed by it either. The balance, both personality-wise and musically, was very good. The drummer seemed a bit off-rhythm at times, but I think that it was just a moment. I can't wait to see where these guys are in the next few months, or even in a year. They have potential, IMHO.
And then there was my good ol' pals SOB. Their new album is pretty good...they have been working hard, and it shows. It also helps, I think, that they are pretty much all related...husband, wife, brother, sister...the drummer is not *in the family*, but he seems to be working out. It was fun, and Chris did his signature monkey-business, climbing on the Phatasy rafter-thingies. Shara sang leads on a song, and surprised me a bit. So did Scott, but he seemed more scared of the mic than either his brother or sister-in-law. At any rate, all three of the first bands had a great energy...I was just lacking in my own physical State of Being. I did not stick around for the band from NYC...no clue.
I said my goodbyes...hugs to some, some which were more intense and almost forlorn...some superficial, some more permanent. Brian's wife, Dawn (yeah, her name is the same as mine, she works in the same field as I do, and also has red hair...whacky) was all drunk and silly...she yells at me to come over towards her and then proceeds to tell me that I have the prettiest smile she knows, and manages to make me blush despite my discomfort. I mentioned to her that if she wants to relocate from her present hell-job...well, we are always hiring at GMI/ PRC! ~8) I don't mean to talk shop with her like that, but she was almost pleading for it from me. I tell her I will e-mail her with 411 as soon as I can.
David K. asks me if I am a big drinker, and then gives me a Decadent shot glass...he and Brian are very thankful to me for my support. I simply tell them that I always knew they were better than the basement in Berea.
Got home, chilled, shivering, in lots of pain.wraptboy was painting furiously...he didn't hear me come in, couldn't hear much of what I was saying. I went to check my Caller ID...Howe House had called.
Fuck.
I forgot I was a supervisor-on-call last night.
It seemed a client had an allergic reaction...a BAD one, and was rushed to ER via 911. It was the Alzhy-woman too...poor thing. She must have been terrified.
Today she was lethargic, but recovering OK. I found myself watching her sleep, remembering how two years ago she was so much more alive, independent. Fucking horrible disease! I had to catch myself...I moved some hair from her sleepy-peaceful face, and almost leaked thinking about how she would only be at Howe a few more weeks.
And now, I must sleep. The pain has subsided for a day, but I will have to succumb to an OB-GYN soon, it seems. I hope it is minor again. I would like to have babies someday, though not now. No, not at all right now. But someday would be nice.
*YAWN!*
Strangely associated to illness and stress.
Went to the Lincoln Park Pub to meet up with
sharpshinyclaws and bindrune. I thought a couple of other peeps would be there too...zeldachic, djdillydally, and her husband, but only the last of them ever appeared.The bartender was an ass. Totally stuck-up snotty, seemingly put-out by our requests. I must admit that the satisfaction in knowing that my and
bindrune's ordering red meat totally disgusted him was outstanding!!!And I don't think I would have even ordered food except for that the Irish Coffee was made with nothing but whiskey and coffee (I am Americanized, what can I say? I like the Irish cream to mellow things out a bit!)and I was quite buzzed after only drinking my first.
It was fun hanging out with the two of them...they tried to entice me with the ways of the Grid, but I was already committed to the SOB release at the Phantasy. I told them that maybe I would come out after the show, but if I wasn't there by one, I wouldn't be.
And I wasn't.
I walked up the stairs to the Phantasy, running into Dj Dirty Slurp-E (my ex-cohort in spinnage) at the door. I must admit, he looked damn good. He seems to be working out, getting rather "buff," for lack of better terminology. No, I do not notice shit like this usually, but he was rather wiry before when we DJ'd at TYR, so it was hard not to notice. I complimented him...he took it like a tough guy, shrugging it off.
Pud.
I try to be nice, but sometimes....*sigh!*
And to my left, all the State of Being crew, plus Decadent peeps, and then some other familiar Cleveland faces. I say my hellos, get introduced to a few new people, only one whose name I recall...Heather. Not that she was more noticable, just that I remembered. And Shara asks me if the Box is representing SOB...I once had a sticker of theirs on it, but it fell off. So we find a new space for one, and I thank them for their contribution to my sticky habits.
David K's wife Dee Dee and her sister Mickey are pointing towards Brian's wife's foot as I wave hello; it is cast-up, staying elevated on a chair behind the table. I ask what happened, as I should - as it turns out, she is a direct care staff at another company in the MR/DD community. Unfortunately, she is having a horrible time there, and just wants out, but then this worker's comp thingy came up...stuck for a while.
And I sat beside the boat most of the night, my stomach getting rather unhappy as the night progresses. Actually, well, no...it wasn't my stomach, but seeing as it was mostly my guy friends around, I say stomach. I have found that by mentioning just how much it sucks having ovarian-issues, men tend to curl up and scoot away quickly. And even if I really didn't feel much like being social, I did like seeing a smiling face here and there.
And smiling faces there were...
thecreep was doing his lighting-thang, transmission00 wandered in, and I totally stopped talking DJing with Dj Dirty Slurp-E to hug her...she looked like she needed one, and hugs are always offered to keen peepz. ~8) There were plenty of people I knew, android23, the ever elusive L, and Patrick and his woman, but I still sat in my corner, occassionally getting up, but then deciding that the combination of abdominal pain and platforms pinching my toes was just not worth standing.And in saunters
theswede, whom I haven't seen in forever. He tells me of his car going BOOM, and how the blonde girly from CA will pay for everything because he has a good lawyer and all her stats...I hope so. I would hate to see him all screwed by some stupid girl who cannot drive. It was nice to see him, and just to talk and listen and be in the space again.I saw a
spinmistress swoop by, all lighted-up and bootiful as evah, but never got to say hello.The pain down-yonder persisted, and I tried to be social, but the words got stuck behind my throat somewhere, and I wanted to crawl into a shell and disappear. But then
evilshell appears, and I gave her a most thoughtful hug, because I KNEW she needed it, and I unfortunately could not buy her a beer, but we shall do that soon. As for the bands, I do not know what was up with the sound last night...HIGH END FROM HAYEL! OMFG! And it was really too bad, considering that I thought Decadent did a much better job this weekend than last at Veil's show. Of course, David K. refused to agree, but dare I say, he is finding his diva-self, and welll...we are all our own worst critics and biggest supah-secret fans! His voice is just amazing though...I hope it takes him far. And Brian is still one of my favorite guitarists in Cleveland...simple, beautiful, luscious. I broke the SOB bass player's heart when I told Scott (the lead guitarist for SOB) that Brian was married. Apparently, she was all-a-droolin' over him. Silly silly goil! Then again, I had been flirting with the boy for quite a while before I ever realized he was engaged - he is just easily flirted with...some people are like that. Others are absolutely unapproachable, however.
BUT...umm, yeah...bands...Disown...again, the high end from the sound was nerve-racking, but all in all they impressed me. Yes, I enjoy goth/ industrial, synth, etc. But damn if I don't appreciate people with full-bands...guitars, bass, real drums. The lead singer had quite a presence about him, and no one else seemed shadowed by it either. The balance, both personality-wise and musically, was very good. The drummer seemed a bit off-rhythm at times, but I think that it was just a moment. I can't wait to see where these guys are in the next few months, or even in a year. They have potential, IMHO.
And then there was my good ol' pals SOB. Their new album is pretty good...they have been working hard, and it shows. It also helps, I think, that they are pretty much all related...husband, wife, brother, sister...the drummer is not *in the family*, but he seems to be working out. It was fun, and Chris did his signature monkey-business, climbing on the Phatasy rafter-thingies. Shara sang leads on a song, and surprised me a bit. So did Scott, but he seemed more scared of the mic than either his brother or sister-in-law. At any rate, all three of the first bands had a great energy...I was just lacking in my own physical State of Being. I did not stick around for the band from NYC...no clue.
I said my goodbyes...hugs to some, some which were more intense and almost forlorn...some superficial, some more permanent. Brian's wife, Dawn (yeah, her name is the same as mine, she works in the same field as I do, and also has red hair...whacky) was all drunk and silly...she yells at me to come over towards her and then proceeds to tell me that I have the prettiest smile she knows, and manages to make me blush despite my discomfort. I mentioned to her that if she wants to relocate from her present hell-job...well, we are always hiring at GMI/ PRC! ~8) I don't mean to talk shop with her like that, but she was almost pleading for it from me. I tell her I will e-mail her with 411 as soon as I can.
David K. asks me if I am a big drinker, and then gives me a Decadent shot glass...he and Brian are very thankful to me for my support. I simply tell them that I always knew they were better than the basement in Berea.
Got home, chilled, shivering, in lots of pain.
wraptboy was painting furiously...he didn't hear me come in, couldn't hear much of what I was saying. I went to check my Caller ID...Howe House had called.Fuck.
I forgot I was a supervisor-on-call last night.
It seemed a client had an allergic reaction...a BAD one, and was rushed to ER via 911. It was the Alzhy-woman too...poor thing. She must have been terrified.
Today she was lethargic, but recovering OK. I found myself watching her sleep, remembering how two years ago she was so much more alive, independent. Fucking horrible disease! I had to catch myself...I moved some hair from her sleepy-peaceful face, and almost leaked thinking about how she would only be at Howe a few more weeks.
And now, I must sleep. The pain has subsided for a day, but I will have to succumb to an OB-GYN soon, it seems. I hope it is minor again. I would like to have babies someday, though not now. No, not at all right now. But someday would be nice.
*YAWN!*
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Date: 2002-05-12 12:19 am (UTC)awww yeah...
creep's 2 cents...
Date: 2002-05-12 11:42 am (UTC)It wasnt the regular phantasy guy running sound. I think everyone knows who it was, and that he can't hear anything over 1000 hertz. He consistently makes my ears ring.
Disown does rock, but I felt the mix they got was just about criminal. They really do rock, check 'em out again.
And um, the last band... was like so awesome. It's too bad a lot of peeps headed to the chamber or hit the road cause they drove in from NYC and really rocked hard. Check em out... http://www.blendengine.com
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Date: 2002-05-12 12:10 pm (UTC)that's an order!
*trying to look severe*
(i'll even go with you if you want company on this endeavor. i'll squirm in the waiting room and then buy you a frosty or something afterward. *grin*)
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Date: 2002-05-13 07:29 am (UTC)