Sunday, June 01, 2003 Giddy-up
Sorry for the blog drought. I haven't been around a working computer since my last entry. It's been an eventful couple of weeks. I'm living in West Philadelphia in a house that should be called Tetanus House, but is actually quite comfortable despite it's general state of disrepair. I'm living with a friendly little black cat and two friends who are a band. We have a hostory of moving temporarily into one another's dwelling-spaces. I have to be out in a few weeks, but the plan was to go west all along, so that's alright.
In the meantime I'm working as a Barrista in a little independant coffee shop and juice bar. The good news: there's not much business, and there's no pressure to look busy.
The bad news: I don't get many hours, and the wages are low, so I'm still looking for something else to supplement my income a little bit before I move on.
I'm so pathetically happy to be back on line. Over the course of college, I had really grown dependant on the computer. Now I have to like, go out and do stuff and interact with people for entertainment and social contact.
And oh, god, have I been interacting. See, one of my friends agreed to book a show for a band called Prick, who are best known for opening for Bowie/Nails on the Outside tour in 96 or whatever year it was that I was 14.
The whole booking process has been a major comedy of errors, and it's come down to the fact that there needs to be a lot of people at this thing for my friends to pay everyone and cover their costs. We've been endlessly fliering, and due to the nature of the crowd we figure the show will attract, we've been fliering goth nights. Yes, endless fucking goth nights. The first one was an amusing novelty. I had a great time. "Say, that is a great chainmail shirt? Did you make it yourself? Please come to the show. We desperately need your money."
After several of those, though, I got thoroughly bored. It was still kind of interesting and funny, especially when other people came to flier with me and we could criticize particularly distasteful outfits and people, but zheesh. The joke loses a little zip after the thousandth repetition.
posted by Frenz | 6/01/2003 01:21:00 PM
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