||[Jul. 6th, 2012|11:06 pm]
Livejournal, I am having a wild couple of days. My friends are putting on this show so I was like "Um, can I come help?" and Annie was like "sure, you can work the spotlight." |
So I got a craigslist ride down to Sacramento on the fourth of July. It was fine. I mean, it was a little weird, because it was like four very normal dudes in a car with me. One dude was really into Ron Paul, another one was pretty stoked on Western swing dancing, and the third had more tattoos than me and didn't speak once the whole eight hours except to explain the difference between alligators and crocodiles. (He said it was about fresh water and salt water? The internet disagrees.) At one point one of the boys- the Ron Paul boy- said that money ruined everything and I was like "I feel so lucky that I stumbled into the anticapitalist craigslist ride" and everybody else winced like "uh, we are not anti-capitslists, per se." I am though! Fuckers!
Then I got to Sacramento at like eight thirty at night and called Aimee to see where she was and she was like "oh, I'm on my way out right now." I was like, "cool, did you know it takes like two hours" and she was like "yeah" so I was like "rad, I guess I will sit in a doorway for a few hours since it is the fourth of July and nothing is gonna be open." I was wrong though! I found a fancy coffee shop to sit in and listen to the new Die! Die! Die! album (which rules) on headphones and write a column for Maximum Rocknroll.
Hey livejournal, I know we haven't talked in a while. I started writing a column for Maximum Rocknroll. I was actually supposed to go over to the Maximum Rocknroll house tonight but I ended up in Oakland.
So anyway Aimee came quicker than I expected and picked me up and we talked some in the car and it was cool but I way underestimated how much gas cost so I gave her the rest of my money to cover gas for picking me up- well less than I should have, actually, she ended up losing money on the deal but I helped her find a warehouse to crash at for a few months so she was like "don't stress." ALSO while we were in the car I mentioned that I had to bum a shot from someone while I was in the bay because I haven't been able to afford to even go to the free clinic to get a new prescription and honestly I couldn't really afford a bottle at the moment, and she was like, "oh, I have spare vials, do you want a vial?" WHAT. YES. So she gave me a vial, which means I'm covered for hormones for the next few months. Wild!
The bay is fucking wooing me right now.
So I got in and she dropped me off at California Street in Oakland, when I was supposed to be at California Street in Berkeley, and then she had to come pick me back up and drive me up to Berkeley. But then when I got to Berkeley I saw Christine right away and we drank hella beers (she was like "do you know how to shotgun a beer" and I was like "probably" so she stuck a knife into the side of a beer for me, then made on for herself and another for a third person. They drank theirs and I poured mine on my shoe) and watched the fireworks and then the police made us go inside and we hung out and stayed up talking AND THEN the next morning I went into the bookstore with her.
This is the bookstore where I worked the whole time I lived in the bay. I was like "hey man can I pick up a couple shifts I am broke as hell" and Tim was like "sure" so I worked for a few hours, went into SF, did a run-through of the show, and then crashed at this wild squat where Geyl lives right now. It was pretty messy and gross in some ways but it was also totally beautiful, Red came over and we played with iPhones and ate burritos. Then I crashed on the couch and when I woke up Geyl made coffee and ravioli, which I couldn't finish so I put it in a jar and immediately started thinking of it as red potion from the Legend of Zelda.
Red was hoping to find something to wear in the show so Geyl and I walked over to meet her in the mission and we did some thrifting and Red didn't end up finding anything but I found the dress that I'm going to wear at every show on my band's upcoming week-and-a-half east coast tour, and also maybe every wedding this summer? It is like exactly the eighties prom dress I always want to find at the thrift store but I never do. I guess it's not a prom dress, exactly, just like a chill eightiesy formal dress and it cost FOUR DOLLARS. I was trying not to find anything to buy because I don't really have any money and also I was trying to be thrift store supporting instead of thrift store shopping, but what was I going to do.
So then the show happened and it was great and then Annah and Voula and Encian were like "do you want to come back to Oakland with us?" I had sort of half-planned to go over to the Maximum Rocknroll house because I want to kick it with those folks- my understanding is that Maximum is made up entirely of queer women right now; this could be inaccurate- but since I'm going into the book store hella early tomorrow morning I took the ride and now I am staying at Annah and Voula and Encian's beautiful house in North Oakland (or maybe Berkeley, maybe near Christine's house? I wasn't paying that much attention) where there is an empty bedroom with a mattress on the floor for me to sleep on and blankets and internet and a SHOW that I might get to take in the morning... it is pretty exciting.
I tried to call Alex, but I think she is at a birth right now. That was pretty much the only sad thing.
So this bubble might burst and maybe everything will turn terrible, but man, it has been almost unnerving how much amazing stuff has been happening to me in the last couple days. This shit rules and I vote yes for it. Thanks, the bay.
Oh also livejournal since we haven't been talking much lately you should probably know that I have a novel set to be published in early 2013. Somebody even made a goodreads page for it. Shit is wild. I don't even know.