My mid-midlife crisis
Monday:
My birthday, went to see a Rodrigo y Gabriela gig, and they RAWKED quite a bit. 'specially the weird psychadelic jazz-wossname during take 5.
Some interesting notes from the concert:
Rodrigo got a haircut and shaved, and now looks neat.
Gabriela is hotter in real life.
Hearing Mexicans swearing in an aquired Dublin accent is funny(1).
After the concert, gweedarrnumnum(2) brought me to his pub, and we got slightly(3) drunk.
Tuesday:
For some reason, I awoke with a godawful hangover, despite the fact that I hadn't drank _that_ much. So I had a terrible hangover on the day I was to have a 2 hour train-journey to Belfast, as if the 30 minute bus-ride into the city centre to the train station wasn't bad enough(4).
Anyway, I got a bit better on the train, which was good. I even managed to keep my chips down.
So I was good and healthy for the Tommy Emmanuel gig, which is necessary when you have lots of bass flying through your innards. Richard Smith wasn't supporting him this time, though, and the seats were shit, but Tommeh RAWKED anyway.
After that it was back to Hellison's for Black Books and Bikkits(6).
Then this morning Hellison found it hilarious that we didn't have enough heathen Forn money to get to Belfast Central train station, so we were STRANDED, until she guided us to her kitchen table, where the SPARE POUND was kept!
And now I am safely home, and not hungover at all.
(1) The first time, anyway.
(2) Who never uses LJ, ever.
(3) Yes, only slightly.
(4) I won't mention the coffee cup incident(5)
(5) Seriously.
(6) And . . . other.