chop chop

My hearing is shot. I had earplugs in my hand tonight and then in the haste of getting the rock out of my house I put them in the wrong bag. Drat.

Tonight was the Lykke Li show I've been so excited about. Though for just a few minutes, as I napped on the couch, I thought about just staying home. But the ticket was expensive by my standards and I really did want to see her.

When I got to the venue I decided to get a drink. One gin & tonic cost me $7.25. Fuck, I hate Richard's. I sulked and sipped my drink while people bumped into me and stepped in front of me while I waited for the show. I heard the opening notes of "The Killing Moon" and looked up toward the lights reflecting off the disco ball and closed my eyes for a second. Whenever I hear that song I feel like I should be staring off at crashing waves with wind blowing through my hair, though I'm not sure why. I took it as a good omen.

Friendly Fire was fantastic. The lead singer gyrated and pelvic thrusted his way through a dancey set, making a few boys who like boys pretty excited. A good warm-up for Lykke Li, though I did find her a little dull and her voice started grating on my nerves after a while because I was right under a speaker and realised I needed a little space between it and my ridiculous ears. I was completely surprised the show was sold out; the crowd was like none I've seen: so eclectic. I didn't feel like punching anyone out, which is a change, though did visualise what I would do if someone tried to stand directly in front of me. Luckily the people around me weren't letting anyone into our area, conveniently situating themselves into an impenetrable labyrinth of limbs and bodies.

In other news, I didn't get the SFU job. I'm OK with it. In fact, I got a little anxious when I thought what I would do if I got the job. So now I don't have to wonder. I'm training next week at Langara, so I'm excited about that. Maybe I'm not cut out for full-time.

Monday night I went on the trolley tour with Nicola and Neal. It was super great to see them and catch up a bit. During the tour we discovered a few things: 1) Nicola laughs her head off when stories of blood and autopsies are discussed and 2) I seem to like stories about ax-related murders more than I think is healthy.

Maybe I should stay away from axes. They seem too efficient and I wouldn't want to risk accidentally chopping someone to pieces at a rock show.