Listen to the Cookie Monster.
Friday, 18 April 2008 22:42![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fatrockstarThe show was fun. I changed into my street clothes at the end of the release party. I had rushed out the door before my hair was the way I wanted it, and it frizzed. Yay. At least my makeup looked good. I gave my best cheeseball performance ever. I am not and will never be a pop diva. That's not a fact, it's an affirmation.
I wanted to stick around for the next band but ran out of steam. I was tired long before I actually left. If Keith hadn't been there drinking goofing off I probably would have gone home earlier. As we watched the band set up it looked like they planned a full multimedia show complete with smoke machine. Wait-- that's not a smoke machine, something shorted out on stage. They did have a lot to plug in...
I'm going to bed early tonight. There's no reason to stay up unless I'm going to drink more, and I'm really not in the mood.
I wanted to stick around for the next band but ran out of steam. I was tired long before I actually left. If Keith hadn't been there drinking goofing off I probably would have gone home earlier. As we watched the band set up it looked like they planned a full multimedia show complete with smoke machine. Wait-- that's not a smoke machine, something shorted out on stage. They did have a lot to plug in...
I'm going to bed early tonight. There's no reason to stay up unless I'm going to drink more, and I'm really not in the mood.
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