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Jan. 27th, 2008 08:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thewingedword So yesterday was kittens and sunshine and daisies and Cobras and all things fabulous (except for the part where we stood outside in the TWENTY-DEGREE WEATHER for an HOUR OH MY GOD). I will post a more detailed review, although it will really mostly be an excuse to picspam the love of my life, Victoria Asher, who stood within fifteen feet of me for an hour and a quarter and never looked anything short of divine. The tour's been pretty heavily reviewed, anyways, but picspams never get old.
Gabe was pretty cool too. Motherfucker can dance, for sure, and even managed to momentarily drag my eyes from the lovely VickyT by pulling his shirt up to reveal a distracting amount of skin.
Let's give it up for these guys; tiny venue, and they rocked the hell out of it. I've never been so happy to sweat to death in my life.
In comparison, today was... I don't even know. Dead kittens and cold stormclouds, possibly. The crash and burn that comes after the high. I knew it was going to happen, I could have averted it, and I chose not to. My life, or at least my emotional state, has become depressingly predictable for being so very irregular.
Gabe was pretty cool too. Motherfucker can dance, for sure, and even managed to momentarily drag my eyes from the lovely VickyT by pulling his shirt up to reveal a distracting amount of skin.
Let's give it up for these guys; tiny venue, and they rocked the hell out of it. I've never been so happy to sweat to death in my life.
In comparison, today was... I don't even know. Dead kittens and cold stormclouds, possibly. The crash and burn that comes after the high. I knew it was going to happen, I could have averted it, and I chose not to. My life, or at least my emotional state, has become depressingly predictable for being so very irregular.
