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I worked. Joe threatened to vote for Bush if he hears me play the new Le Tigre cd again :/ He said they're too "bitchy" and that it was really stupid to sing about Peace. fucking idiot.
Before leaving work, I bought used Joan Jett and Elliott Smith cds. yay discount!
I left work thinking I'd barely make it in time to catch a few Planeside songs, but just as I was getting into Portland, Craig called to inform me that they weren't going on until 10fuckingPM.
So, I got there...and there was pretty much no one there, except the bands. Ken and Dave were already at least semi-drunk. A few cool people showed up for Planeside (ie: Mark Rankin, Nate, BRENDA!)
We watched Planeside play a decent sounding set, and and and...CRAIG DROPPED A STICK!
...TWICE!!!
It was fabulous.
Then Brenda and I took an interesting route (that she knew well) to the Alehouse. The band she had wanted to see, COVERED IN BEES, ended up not headlining, and had just finished when we got there. But she met up with one of her TWO boys there. And the drummer from Boombazi came over and wished me a happy birthday...? Okay.
We left before the band with the singer dressed up as a bloody tampon started playing, and went back to the Industry.
Brenda and I chilled and watched the equipment as the band went back and forth wheeling their stuff over the cobblestone road to their van. haha. They looked like they were in a video game. Reminded me a little of frogger on Seinfeld, but a little different.
Umm. Then Ken shared some french fries with us before we carried the rest of the stuff to the van.
We said goodbyes. They offered me a ride to my car, but my car was just around the corner, so I declined.
Haha. funny story. I was a little freaked out as I approached my car. At first I thought it might have been hit, or towed or something, because there were two police vans blocking me in. As I got a little closer, I realized that a car had pulled in next to mine, so the cops could give the driver a sobriety test. I was like, "umm, this is my car" when the cops started looking at me weird. They said it'd just be a minute. But it took more like 20. The girl was a little tipsy, and the guy passenger didn't seem to be the most cooperative.
After they took the girl into one of the vans, and made the guy sit in the girl's car, they moved the van blocking my car and one cop said he'd stop traffic for me as soon as I was ready to pull out.
I felt special, but it was also a little nerve racking backing out of that spot.
Lo and behold, I go on my merry way. Haha. Another funny story. I kind of ran into a big road block called RASCAL FLATTS. I'm guess they had just played the civic center? Anyways, all their buses and trucks were in my fucking way.
But hey, I'm home now. It has been an interesting day.
oh oh oh. I'm NOT done.
My sister's el cheapo crappy digital web cam type thingy was sitting here...so I figured I'd try it. I really suck at this stuff. This is the result:
the skwiggles (sp?) squiggles are from the industry. the "imagine" stamp is from the alehouse. it looks much cooler than the pic though.