yester-eve’s show in fitchburg was aces high. all the boys played and dance party afterwards in the fitchburg singalong custom. handsome matt getting a hamper full of golf balls dumped on him during the models inc set. shaun kesslar stripping down to very tight black breifs and a batman t-shirt and people (ok, me) putting dollar bills in the elastic. jason beauchamp smoking his cigarette with style. the terribles playing with two bassists in a “wall of mud” fashion. the atrocious kids performing a song whose singalong chorus is: “we’re atrocious kids! we’re atrocious! [vomit sound]!”. i gotta say, it was pretty alright.
came home to learn that the dairy haus girls are in town but i have no way (it seems) of contacting them. this morning i mistakenly read my horoscope (i mean, i read it alright, every word, and that was my mistake, one i too frequently make). it said to get out of the house so i did. susie, in all honesty, this is a large part of the reason i did not go in to providence to play that show tonight- i would’ve had to have stayed at home practicing. of course, i didn’t play and here i am at home anyway so don’t make me no arguments because it’s clear who the loser is (me). went to secretly jess’s humphrey bogart movie festival at clark and caught the maltese falcon and casablanca. ate too much food at cafeteria. tomorrow easter dinner at my mom’s house– i’m sure jeremy (extremely body-conscious and respectable friend) would tell me to eat some fish, and admittedly, it would please me to eat some good fish– maybe that’s what my body wants, and besides i could eschew all sorts of industry problems via my uncle karl, a fisherman not by trade but no less a fisherman of no small talent/know-how. but i have a feeling that that would just make me feel bad in other ways. ah, it never ends. or to put it another way, it ends.
