First up, I had my wee party at the Ding Dong Lounge last night, and I'll be god-damned if it didn't go off! I had no idea I had that many friends, all of whom came out of the woodwork to listen to the bands, but also to take part in the raffle (someone won a bright yellow chopper). I had a fantastic time, and the venue thought it went so well they suggested we do it once every three months. The bands were awesome, especially Moscow Schoolboy, who played the show even though they had been spending stupid hours in the studio all week. Top kids.
I met a bunch of people too, and enjoyed the hell out of them all, for varying reasons. It was so "awesome" and "fuck yeah" to see a room full of people going apeshit over bikes me made. Of course by the end of the night all bets were off, and said bikes were being ridden very hard and very fast by some very intoxicated people around the bar, but that's why the room is so big. Isn't it?
But the very best part was reconnecting with a couple of people from my past, who I thought were incredible when I met them, but I also felt the time wasn't right for us to grow closer. But tonight felt right, and we all felt it. So I spent quite a lot of time with each of them in turn, getting down to the meat and potatoes of who they are, and getting excited about what we're going to be to each other from now on. I have dinner dates for every night next week. I like dinner, and I love dates, so I'm pretty happy right now.
And of course, getting a massive wad of money at the end of the night didn't hurt either. Putting bands on is pretty fucking lucrative, isn't it? That should keep the wolves at bay for a while longer!
I'm sorry, I know this post is boring and shit. I usually hold myself to a higher standard, but I just feel good, and want to crow about it. Of course, even though I am (supposedly) "fucking hot" and "covered in hot girls all the time", I came home alone, because attention is good and all, but I'm not ready to take that step into the bedroom with anyone who isn't...welll...me yet. But it doesn't hurt to get a firm idea of just where I stand in the desirability stakes, that's for sure. I'd be the worlds biggest liar if I pretended I didn't soak up every second of attention I got tonight. I deserve it, I think, after way too much time perpetuating a bad mistake, and therefore missing out on actual positivity, (as opposed to just hoping it would one day manifest itself in the situation I was stupid enough to have put up with for so long.)
That was a very long sentence.
Better out than in I always say!
So in short, last night was one of the very best ones.
Thank you Shelena, Bree, Nikki, Kellie, Cal, Sunny, Eva, Jelena, Jovona, Greg, Petri, Tim, Tum, Ute, Loz, Dougie, Johnny, Justine, Keturah, Dell, Paul, Bec, Jesse, Pledge, Jordan, Jess and Moscow Schoolboy, Jules, Sonia Belle, Ashe, that security guy from Cherry who's name escapes me, but who is always total gold to me, Renee Ruin, and most importantly TOBY, Mr total awesomeness himself.
I'm going to sleep like a baby tonight. And that's a nice change.
This is knifey, from 'the internet'.
