Will leave me brusied, exhausted, and happy. I have gotten roughly 9 hours of sleep since Sunday morning from a late night of too much coffee, but excellent conversation. I only slept an hour and went to work at 8 o'clock in the morning on Monday. Monday night the Fat Wreck Chords tour came through, yes, Laramie, WY!! w00t! The show had an amazing lineup - Smoke or Fire, The Epoxies, The Soviettes, and Against Me! I currently have a bruise under my left eye, my shins are black and blue, but being able to say I lost my glasses in the mosh pit, found them and did not break them makes up for it by quite a bit. Punk Rock is not necessarily about the music, not understanding half of the words, its about the scene, trying to give a damn without really giving a damn, about being able to connect with everyone at the concert on some higher plane for the duration of the show. It is about collective feeling.
Last night was an extreme change from Punk to 70's disco on roller skates. My knee is about twice its normal size because Squids really shouldn't be on rolly thingies, and it doesn't help when your friends find the ticklish spot. Instead of going to bed, like any normal person, afterward, we ate food at 2:00 in the morning, I stayed up and tried to watch a movie. Haven't had the opportunity to shut off my brain, and so I numb it with sensless entertainment.
And tonight was suppose to be another concert this time in Boulder. The Dresden Dolls are playing a show and if you have never heard of the you should definitely go check them out. But it seems that since I won't sleep with one of the people going, I make him uncomfortable. Even though we decided to be friends and were completely cool last time I saw him. Oh, well I should really use the time to sleep, but who needs it when so much caffine abounds and I can sleep when I am dead.
Poetry Slam this weekend, possibly another night of Static, and of course work (why did I decide to pick up OT this weekend when I am already exhausted?) Because I am the crazy person, it must be true. I even have a t-shirt that says it "Hooray that crazy person is here."