21 WAS OH SO FUN

I guess I should have done this a while ago. Whatever. Who's even reading this shit? Yeah, that's what I thought. These events took place from January 16th to January 17th.

SOoooo the house show was too legit to quit. Unfortunately the house got trashed, so my roomies decided to cancel the second show scheduled for Saturday. Of course I wanted it to go on because I was in rage fest mode so hard! But I respect the decision of my roomies, and I was clearly outnumbered, so putting up a fight really wasn't worth it. I accepted my defeat. I've never had so much fun getting crazy and moshing and fucking shit up hard. Perhaps it's because I was in the comfort of my own home. I don't know.

There was a moment when beer was spilling everywhere. Shortly thereafter, I got elbowed in the nose. I couldn't tell if the liquid on my face was beer or blood. Epic. It was beer. And it got in my eyes. Not so good for contacts. Ouch.

A very kind fellow put me in the air, and I embarked on my first crowd surfing trip ever! I safely landed on my feet thanks to the wonderful and beautiful people beneath me.

The music was rad. Except for one set, which I could have done without. And I'm pretty sure most everyone else agrees. They weren't bad necessarily, just mildly annoying. I feel like that's what they were going for though, so mission accomplished.

My best friend since forever baked me a cake. I devoured it, sharing only bits and pieces because deep down inside I ain't nothin' but a fattie!

I got to meet some wonderful people and hang out more with people I didn't know too well. I was very grateful for the hang seshes because everyone was absolutely darling! And I was uber glad that some of my best friends who live not so close to me anymore could take part in the momentous occasion that was my 21st birthday.

Hmm what am I forgetting?

OH! My first alcoholic purchase: Southern Comfort.

Ummm.... the next day I went to see Notorious with some pals. I was falling asleep until the scene where Biggie and Lil Kim are fucking. The tits flying around really woke me up.

Okay, back to The Country of the Pointed Firs by Sarah Orne Jewett. A prime example of regional and social realism, apparently.

Suck it with <3,
Kimberly