I wore no makeup.

See her over there ahead of the dude, that’s right after we shook hands gah! My phone was sundialing like crazy and she so knew I was stalling her by way of hand squeeze. She nodded at me too, Beth, and me, OF PORTISHEAD, we were wearing the same outfit but mine was better with my hat and suspenders. Then she swug a gulp from her bottle of stella on stage. I swooned and screamed up into Darius’ face what happened. It’s cos of him I saw her at all, he’s a giant. He’s my lucky charm at sound academy, I always meet/brush with the greats when I take him with. Tickets were pricy and I could only get a plus one/vip. We felt special. Hardcore fans everywhere, I really liked that. Old timers like me, total emo arty educated sort.

A girl shoved me right off the bat when we arrived. I barked in her face DON’T FUCKING TOUCH ME. She’s like we were standing here for an hour! I said I am taking pictures, chill out and wait. There was a mega section of space she was territorial hogging, prized balcony real estate. If that was your spot why weren’t you standing in it. She was wasted, I said I WORK HERE. That shut her up. Wearing all black at a concert is key in these moments. Wearing an air force hat (authentic!), even better. That’s how I combed our way through the crowd to the side pocket bar, scuse me scuse me i work here just trying to get through. Ugh people and bodies and rudeness. I have no tolerance for it. Another good lie to get by I heard once was “my wife is pregnant” or I am trying to get to my friend who is pregnant, ahha I know right? And the crowd parts.

This was the one photo I got and then she bulldozed me. I knew she was going to do it before she did it and then she did it. Haha SHORT ARSE (Colin Ferrel voice) push me all you want but you can’t make me budge or see around me. her man was like i don’t want any trouble. I go up to Darius at the bar and say I already got in to a fight he goes, “already?” bahaha yes THEN he walks RIGHT where the incident happened to the couple and the dude says to Darius, “Sorry dude blabbity blah..” Darius is like ??? Turns around to me, OH right hahaha I wave and smile in a told you so face. Fuck VIP. We went down in to the under belly of the venue for more aggression. Lost Darius in the crowd, my hat fell off, bent down to get it and five gross guys are all mouth breathing, ugh. I went back to Darius and slapped him with my hat, stay close! So we had to double back past the gross guys again. If you smile your way through it only gets you halfway, you must use force and say that you work there 50 times. At the end stretch of the gauntlet of the mob a dancing mashed chick was flopping all over me and the final barrier out of the pit I said CAN YOU STOP THAT FOR A SECOND! Everyone roared with laughter. She didn’t even hear it. We got through, bumped into Claire and had the loveliest of times.

I will “be” right “back”.

Oh god, death to quotations. More like death to spam, I have a billion comments to sort out. Ugh.

Beth Gibbons shook my hand, I squeezed the hell out of hers, she squeezed back and looked right INTO MY SOUL. Ah legend. All my photos are crap, Darius’ iphone is the old one so no videos. Oh that’s right I took a bunch on Claire’s. The show was perfect. Ok brb now I have underwear that needs uselessly walking around in. It’s Canadian Thanksgiving weekend (for my american brothers reading) so don’t be alarmed.

Stayed out late last night. The moon turned big and harvesty. Orange and luminous, bloated, engorged. Clem texted me when I was at Wrong Bar, then we went to Motel, then to the Central and it was a reunion for ol raymbo. Oh god the central vortex. Nothing like everyone talking at the same time to music blaring ALL OF OUR IDEAS MAN! (stephy bahaha) at howling hour. Darius is lucky he got away and had a shawarma. Claire and I haven’t hung in ages. Dig that girl! I forget that my friends read my blog, in fact I met so many people last night who read me and halfway through my rambling at them incarnate they go I have a confession to make, I know who you are and I have read your blog for many years. Cool.

Walked our asses halfway home. Some asshole did this to every bike on college.

Yikes about the second bit. Bit of a red flag or heat score much?

I texted this to my brother the other day and he’s like who is that and I go, I don’t know but he rules.