Sept: Lost in La Mancha

As I've often observed throughout the history of this blog, life is a fucked up place (or concept, or existence, or what-have-you.) This observation is one that rarely works out to my advantage, with last night more-or-less being an example.

First of all, the show last night was top-notch. I won't pretend there weren't some rough spots, such as Cary's mic being too low for several songs, but Beermouse has all the makings of a great band. They're all talented musicians with great presence onstage. Their originals, such as Rosie's on a Rampage and New Song are incredibly catchy, and their choice of covers was good, too; though on one hand you had Weezer, and on the other, Judas Priest and Twisted Sister. All in all, a **** show.

Afterward, though many of the old WOSS Crew went their seperate ways, a large number of us congregated over to Conorton's. It was nice to be in a social situation for one where it wasn't about the fuckin' movie (although I got a fair bit of questions/conversations about that.) Meanwhile, I ran into Jess and Angela and they were pretty well begging to get into this blog again. Why, I have no idea, but they were. So as the night went on and they kept badgering me, but to tell the truth nothing of note happened. Okay, that's inaccurate, since they did get two guys to kiss, but since neither was me, I guess the point is moot.

But there we go, there's the long-overdue reference to Jess and Angela in there.

The font on my computer screen is too wide at the left-hand and too narrow at the right. Except nobody else sees it but me. I feel like I'm the only sane person around. This is gonna bother me for a while.

Anyway, back to last night. I'll tell ya, I did get grilled. Things are a little messed up right now in a personal way, and it's a little difficult to explain. What it basically comes down to, I think, is that we are two people, neither of whom as any sense of how to behave in this situation, neither sure of his or her own actions.

(Postscript on the monitor story: I flipped the switch on it to turn it off, then turned it back on, and it was fixed. Hooray.)

We all basically just chilled for several hours, and a few people trickled out, like Chris Brown and Kyle, but it was pretty much a solid gathering (many people made many food runs throughout.) The drama kids in one room, Scott's other friends in another, until about 1 AM, when everyone decided to go en masse. At the end of the night I was left just hangin' out on the porch waiting for my ride after everyone had gone, making small talk with a friendly drunk friend of Scott's. Nice girl, who shared with me some wisdom, "no hot guys at this party." Nice girl, though.

I really want to get my shit together, but it's incredibly complicated. I really don't even know where to start.

After a brief period, I'm back down again.

I only spoke to her for like two minutes last night, before the show. Didn't even get to say goodbye. Then from what people have been telling me, it's not as cut and dried as I'd like.

Such a nebbish.

Well, you all keep on rockin' out there.
-Scotto