a steem pungke atvenchoor
Ever had a day fail entirely only to turn out great? That happened to me yesterday.
I sat at home feeling tired and rubbish most of the morning. making a fry up, and chatting to my mum on t'phone when my Dad turned up and we wandered around the house looking at things needing fixed. Which always depresses me utterly because it starts to feel completely overwhelming, then he drank all my coffee and left; the cad.
Then I got into town late, due to stupidity and being a bit lazy and realised I'd almost certainly miss the start of the show.I then realised that I hadn't actually booked a ticket. So I was late, had failed to book the show and then didn't even make it on time.
At this point feeling a bit low. So got off the bus at the Tron and saw some work people having a Friday-afternoon pint at The Advocate. I then got 3 pints of IPA down my throat in a horribly short time and only paid for the first. I had mad WW2 chat with my mate Alan which is great and found out he also knows my mum and used to date a girl from City of Literature who I know, small world.
Round 8-ish I went to meet my Mum at the book festival. There was a party on and it was sponsored by...... Innes and Gunn.
Free booze. Lots of Free Booze.More Free Booze than even I could drink. Chatted away to the folk and then my mother started dropping hints about some of the girls there being single. Sweet Jesus, I needed that like I need a housefire.
It was only round 9 that I then remembered to cancel the show I was supposed to be seeing at 9.30, they seemed ok with it considering I was probably talking drivel and there was loud raucous party going on in the background.
I eventually left the book festival, and wandered drunkenly up the road to the Big Red Door, finding Harryson and Rachael outside, lurking like creatures of the night.They didn't have tickets and they weren't letting folk in till 11. So we sauntered off like three villains from a childrens story round the corner to drink in Footlights Bar till we were unsteady (or at least I was).
Come 11 it was back to the Big Red Door, I had reserved a ticket, but there was no trouble getting the artistic two-some in as well.
and Dreams of Steam? It was incredible, for the first time in ages I really felt like it was a different world, only populated by people I knew. The place looked incredible, the bizarre drinks available only helped (seaweed beer & strawberry wine anyone?)
Then after much drinking chatting and general oddness, Amanda Fucking Palmer came down and started performing. I ended up dragging a somewhat bemused Beth down to sit on the floor in front of the stage and watching the brilliant set. It was far better than the cramped ninja gig at 99 Hanover street in 2007. Although Die Roten Punkte aren't nearly as good as Pattie Plinko or Rohan were that night.
Then she skipped off to the piano and played Hallelujah, the song I missed her play the very first time I saw the Dresden Dolls back in 05 on account of my ex wanting to leave before the encores began. Then more drinking and sillyness till the night ended and somehow I ended up walking Kate home. Why ths was necessary is beyond me as Kate doesn't exactly need protection from drunks, they need protection from her! :P
Anyway after getting her to her door (a herculean task in itself as she refused to believe that she lived near Greyfriar's Bobby) But finally after dragging her to the door, literally, passed her off to Sod and then finally went to the bus stop and got home at 5ish in the morning, drunk, exhausted but very much amused.
Some nights are just legendary.
I sat at home feeling tired and rubbish most of the morning. making a fry up, and chatting to my mum on t'phone when my Dad turned up and we wandered around the house looking at things needing fixed. Which always depresses me utterly because it starts to feel completely overwhelming, then he drank all my coffee and left; the cad.
Then I got into town late, due to stupidity and being a bit lazy and realised I'd almost certainly miss the start of the show.I then realised that I hadn't actually booked a ticket. So I was late, had failed to book the show and then didn't even make it on time.
At this point feeling a bit low. So got off the bus at the Tron and saw some work people having a Friday-afternoon pint at The Advocate. I then got 3 pints of IPA down my throat in a horribly short time and only paid for the first. I had mad WW2 chat with my mate Alan which is great and found out he also knows my mum and used to date a girl from City of Literature who I know, small world.
Round 8-ish I went to meet my Mum at the book festival. There was a party on and it was sponsored by...... Innes and Gunn.
Free booze. Lots of Free Booze.More Free Booze than even I could drink. Chatted away to the folk and then my mother started dropping hints about some of the girls there being single. Sweet Jesus, I needed that like I need a housefire.
It was only round 9 that I then remembered to cancel the show I was supposed to be seeing at 9.30, they seemed ok with it considering I was probably talking drivel and there was loud raucous party going on in the background.
I eventually left the book festival, and wandered drunkenly up the road to the Big Red Door, finding Harryson and Rachael outside, lurking like creatures of the night.They didn't have tickets and they weren't letting folk in till 11. So we sauntered off like three villains from a childrens story round the corner to drink in Footlights Bar till we were unsteady (or at least I was).
Come 11 it was back to the Big Red Door, I had reserved a ticket, but there was no trouble getting the artistic two-some in as well.
and Dreams of Steam? It was incredible, for the first time in ages I really felt like it was a different world, only populated by people I knew. The place looked incredible, the bizarre drinks available only helped (seaweed beer & strawberry wine anyone?)
Then after much drinking chatting and general oddness, Amanda Fucking Palmer came down and started performing. I ended up dragging a somewhat bemused Beth down to sit on the floor in front of the stage and watching the brilliant set. It was far better than the cramped ninja gig at 99 Hanover street in 2007. Although Die Roten Punkte aren't nearly as good as Pattie Plinko or Rohan were that night.
Then she skipped off to the piano and played Hallelujah, the song I missed her play the very first time I saw the Dresden Dolls back in 05 on account of my ex wanting to leave before the encores began. Then more drinking and sillyness till the night ended and somehow I ended up walking Kate home. Why ths was necessary is beyond me as Kate doesn't exactly need protection from drunks, they need protection from her! :P
Anyway after getting her to her door (a herculean task in itself as she refused to believe that she lived near Greyfriar's Bobby) But finally after dragging her to the door, literally, passed her off to Sod and then finally went to the bus stop and got home at 5ish in the morning, drunk, exhausted but very much amused.
Some nights are just legendary.